real life (interlude)

Underworld
Damn
I done touched down back up in my city
I'm rockin' Acne jeans right now, nigga
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Clayco
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Two-fifty on the dash
Moving fast, livin' smooth
I be cashin', lil' bitch
Think it's magic or somethin'
Damn, I'm geeked up
Think I'm finna crash really soon
When I'm geeked up driving
I'm not crashing in the coupe though
Damn, I think I fell in love with the Dunchos
Yeah, yeah, you know I fell in love with the Runtz though
I'ma blow a couple bands on some drugs and some clothes
And I'm always havin' bread
But you know I need some more
Oh yeah
Word to Kaine
I be geeked out my body
Yes, I'm Lonely, baby
Getting money is my hobby
And my Blooda real right
He put the pistol to your noggin
Call up bitches, all tens
Tell 'em, "Meet me in the lobby"
And I'm steppin' in Maison Margiela
This is real designer
See, I brought this bitch a meal
And she told that me she feel honored
When you comin' up from nothing
It get hot just like a sauna
Damn, goddamn
I done touched down back up in my city
Lil' shawty told me hit her when I touched down in her city
But I'm never chasing hoes
Lil' bitch, you gotta come and get me
And I'm touching real-life money, nigga, 3D
And I'm living real life, nigga, not TV
And I'm having real stripes
Nigga, come and see me
Everything you did, niggas did twice, nigga, you can't see me

Niggas got it out the mud but it's like we had a genie
Niggas seen a lot of numbers
Made some money off of CCs
I done ran off on some plugs 'cause a young nigga was needy
And I done did a lot of drugs
I can't help that I love geeking
We get money every day
You just get paper on the weekend
I'm singing to your bitch
A nigga feeling like The Weeknd
See, I'm really getting rich
I don't care that these niggas sleepin'
I'm havin' real designer drip
This shit barely in-stock at Neimans

I ain't gon' cap
I never would've thought
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, everything you did, niggas did twice)
Different color money
Different fabrics
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(And I'm touching real-life money, nigga, 3D)
All types of designer
All different color bitches
(I get cash, your lil' bitch think it's magic or somethin')
This shit getting crazy, nigga
But I'ma still get it out the mud
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Two-fifty on the dash
Moving fast, livin' smooth
I be cashin', lil' bitch
Think it's magic or somethin'
Damn, I'm geeked up
Think I'm finna crash really soon
When I'm geeked up driving
I'm not crashing in the coupe though
Damn, I think I fell in love with the Dunchos
Yeah, yeah, you know I fell in love with the Runtz though
I'ma blow a couple bands on some drugs and some clothes
And I'm always havin' bread
But you know I need some more
Oh yeah
Word to Kaine
I be geeked out my body
Yes, I'm Lonely, baby
Getting money is my hobby
And my Blooda real right
He put the pistol to your noggin
Call up bitches, all tens
Tell 'em, "Meet me in the lobby"
And I'm steppin' in Maison Margiela
This is real designer
See, I brought this bitch a meal
And she told that me she feel honored
When you comin' up from nothing
It get hot just like a sauna
Damn, goddamn
I done touched down back up in my city
Lil' shawty told me hit her when I touched down in her city
But I'm never chasing hoes
Lil' bitch, you gotta come and get me
And I'm touching real-life money, nigga, 3D
And I'm living real life, nigga, not TV
And I'm having real stripes
Nigga, come and see me
Everything you did, niggas did twice, nigga, you can't see me