Lil Tweak - Real Life (feat. Lil Banko)

Feel like Im at war with myself
Lost drill and ty in the same day thinking like damn they aint go by they self
When I 1st started trapping i never was asking or begging or needing no help
I was focus on stacking trying come up from average the pain in my life that ive dealt
They dont know all them nights how i felt
If we bond keep it tight like a belt
I been keeping my distance don't want that fake love just keep it just worry about yourself
When im all in my bag i just want me my perks and my woods off the drugs cause it help
Only focus on cash trying to get to this bag remember days all i had was myself
All them days all I had was myself

Gang
And they say that Lil Banko he really be bugging
Young trapping nigga who came up from nothing
I gotta get it turn nothing to something
I gotta play for them niggas who hunting
Pop out the cut and I shoot at who clutching
I am the realest no need for discussion
Im with the peace if its beef I aint ducking
Cant put trust in these niggas cause niggas be bluffing
You savage and shit on the gram but you running
I was fifteen when I sold my 1st onion
Plug like how I work so them packs keep on coming
Gang ina party you know that we lit
Please dont act up cause we fully equip
Broski got booked he couldnt stay out them whips
Mother get mad when im hugging the strip but when I get rich ima take her on trips
Popping these perks got me losing my shit
Remember hitting licks out a gun with no clip
Jumped in the streets and got straight to the chips
I had put trust in my dog and he flip
I cannot trip never stress about a bitch
Pour me a 4 I dont drink I just sip
Dont think im lacking this bitch on the hip

Ima grind to get rich know we going to the top
Cant just sit and be broke ima work ona block
Lil bro was fifteen trying to hold down the glock
Itching to buss and start sending them shots

If its a issue bitch I got my pistol
Calling lil draco we coming to get you
Shots out the nine hit that boy in his temple
Now all his bro's on the gram like I miss you

Every L that I took I came back from my loss
Ceo of the trap nigga feel like a boss
I got so into bagging them shits like I'm moss
In the mall spend a bag give a fuck about the cost

I was scraping the bowls so i cover my nose
In this shit by myself i was standing ten toes
On the block trapping hard got to watch for the foes
If he thinking he tough leave his shirt full of holes

Off drugs blasted im feeling real stuck
Everyday i just wake up and get to them bucks
Hit the thots for the links when i need me some sucks
Might throw this perk down so i last in them guts
Gang

Written by:
Izaraa Bowens

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