Realer N Realer

I like to do what I wanna do
I like to play with these bands
I got the money and fame now, but they dont understand
Wheezy outta here
S**t getting realer and realer , uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled
S**t getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I cant go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, its hungry
I turn yo Glock to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, Ima give it to my maid
Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make
Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save
Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day
Cause I know when you die,
You cant take the s**t to your grave
Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere,
I dont got no closet space
Versace drawers,
My underwear cost what you make in a week
Uh, big s**t, expensive s**t, all that s**t
12 gauge, hit him, hell do backflips
40 hit him and he Michael Jackson
Uh, big s**t, expensive s**t, all that s**t
Only wanna **** one time baby, Im on the fall back s** t
Matter fact, you wanna **** her
But you on the call back list
But if I hit it already,
Chances are I aint finna call back, *****
S**t getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled
S**t getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I cant go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, its hungry
I turn yo Glock to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, Ima give it to my maid
All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave
***** got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away
Im so fly to you, Im high to you
I take that to the grave
Having a thrill off these pills
I could OD any day
S**t getting realer and triller,
I came up on a lotta Ms
Gotta pop on the opps,
We shooting out soon as we see em
I been on the G6s, gon very hard to see him
I turned a stripper to a maid,
Bringing her magic to the crib
7 carats on my ring, 7 carats on my ears
Chopper going off like, 'ring , ring'
Got a P of the crack, yeah
I got Céline and codeine
Im going outta here
Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes,
They put up like souvenirs
S**t getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled uh
S** t getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I cant go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, its hungry
I turn yo Glock to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, Ima give it to my maid