That’s too real
Been runnin’ ’round with my day ones, that’s too real
Higher to talk y’all self ’bout me, that’s how y’all feel
I came from Westside and got rich, I feel like Will, huh
But that’s too real, huh
But that’s too real, huh
I handle dues and I just paid off all y’all bill, yeah
I done spent too many years been called my pop, I swear
And I ain’t tryna do it like him, but it’s all I sow, this all y’all fault
When I gets pissed off, can’t talk
And I did favors on favors on favors, I’m feelin’ like this all y’all want
Feelin’ like this all y’all want
Hop in the truck, I see
Maybe it’s time, maybe it’s tweets
Maybe it’s high, maybe it’s tea
Maybe I don’t even think that I’m bein’ for real
That’s too real (That’s too real)
I was runnin’ ’round with my day ones, that’s too real (That’s too rеal)
You see the tears run down my face, that’s how I feel (That’s how I feel)
I see, and look at all thе things I said I knew’d come true (Oh, ah)
I don’t waste time bein’ patient now, I’m a Philly nigga
And my shiesty off, fuck it, I’ll take the fire
I been locked up, got somethin’ more great in mind
It took one single fire just to break the line
They be plottin’ my losses, just takin’ time
Yeah, some for the birds and there’s some for the better
Someone’s for moments and someone’s forever
But all these years started runnin’ together, for real
Now it’s shots thrown back, that’s how you feel
Blame me for the shit you did, that’s how you heal
Don’t worry ’bout waitin’ for me then
‘Cause I’ll let you live in your glory then, yeah
But here go my part of the story, though
Ayy, lightskin, low tits don’t fade
Trips don’t last, crib, no space
Grab my coupe (One, two, three)
Grandma pray, grandpa’s grave
My bills cover, everybody’s straight
I’m okay with being not okay, fuck
Back on the long flight
If I pass the freak, then it was alright
I see Cabbage Street and hit a hard right
Hit that do not disturb when I call twice, like, fuck
Pull up like nobody does it
Chevy, still drive it like nobody touched it
Lost all my fan to a fire, uh
Niggas don’t know me, I’m nobody cousin
If I got a boot, I might pop out in Willy
Text I’m a fuck boy, then I got Achilles
Wannabe Will, then shout out to Billy
But I just left Bel-Air and shout out to Philly, I’m gone
For real, bitch, I run it up
Did at least sixteen number ones
Turnt up, bitch, I ain’t done enough
Top ten shit, just sum it up
My prices start jumpin’ up
Knew if I lose, they’d come back, man, but fuck all that dappin’
I’m back, niggas, I been the ghost y’all been runnin’ from
Everybody can’t go, yeah, yeah
Sometimes the money changes people around you the most
You can’t help nobody that don’t want no help, no
If I call you fake in your face, then that’s too real
I done went numb to the bullshit, that’s just how I feel
For cryin’ out loud, I am not allowed to cry out loud (Oh)
I just wanna make y’all proud and y’all just say, “Fuck out my feelings”
I fucked up my feelings, my mom said I’m healin’
But I still can’t feel it, I still can’t find light when I’m with ya
Can’t cry folks out the picture, can’t tell bros that I miss ya
It was never ‘posed to be official, it’s too real, real
Even my family talk to me like I’m not real
Like here’s my bills, like let me die, like where’s my will?
Where’s my deal? Like where’s my mils? Why can’t I chill?
No, that’s too real, mm, that’s too real, for real
None of my friends was there when Q got killed
None of my friends was there when Qua got killed
Ain’t none of my friends was there when— got killed
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