Realer N Realer Lyrics - Future

I like to do what I wanna do 

I like to play with these bands 

I got the money and fame now, my family don't understand 

Wheezy outta here 

Shit getting realer and realer, uh 

Came up on a couple of million, uh 

I ain't 'bout status and billions 

Look at my money, it tripled 

Shit 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 can't go for that, no, no 

I stay with killers every day 

Keep a 40, it's hungry 

I turn yo Glock to a buffet 

Yeah, I spend a lot 

Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades 

I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid 

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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 can't take the shit to your grave 

Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space 

Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week 

Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit 

12 gauge, hit him, he'll do backflips 

40 hit him and he Michael Jackson 

Uh, big s--t, expensive shit, all that shit 

Only wanna fuck one time baby, I'm on the fall back shit 

Matter fact, you wanna fuck her 

But you on the call back list 

But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't gonna call back, bitch 

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Shit getting realer and realer, uh 

Came up on a couple of million, uh 

I ain't 'bout status and billions 

Look at my money, it tripled 

Shit 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 can't go for that, no, no 

I stay with killers every day 

Keep a 40, it's hungry 

I turn yo Glock to a buffet 

Yeah, I spend a lot 

Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades 

I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid 

All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave 

Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away 

I'm so proud of you, I'm higher than you 

I take that to the grave 

Having a thrill off these pills 

I go OD any day 

Shit getting realer and triller, I came up on a lotta M's 

Gotta pop on the opps, we shooting out soon as we see 'em 

I been on the G6's, gon' very hard to see him 

I turned a stripper to a maid, bringing magic to the crib 

7 carats on ring, 87 carats on my ears 

Chopper going off like, "ring, ring" 

Got P and crack, yeah 

I got Céline and codeine 

I'm going outta here 

Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes, they put up like souvenirs 

Shit getting realer and realer, uh 

Came up on a couple of million, uh 

I ain't 'bout status and billions 

Look at my money, it tripled 

Shit 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 can't go for that, no, no 

I stay with killers every day 

Keep a 40, it's hungry 

I turn yo Glock to a buffet 

Yeah, I spend a lot 

Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades 

I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid