Pet Zebra x Bill$up - Real Life

Aye
Daddy's on these headphones
Im on these ones
You got them headphones
Man this shit my real life
I can't fake or fraud
Naw
Money stacking tall
Ball
Life will hit you hard
That's why you can't tell me nothing
Especially how to spend these racks
That's a fact
You shoot at me I'm shooting back
Had cut her off got too attached
Bedford Ave. I was born and raised
Jumped in the game at fourteen
We been masked up before quarantine
If you my bitch can't leave me horny
These niggas be way to corny
Forsurely
Them big racks on me buldging
I been keeping it real you been trolling
Leaving me's like suicide
Super high
Boy you ain't no friend of mine or kin of mine
X'd out leave him minimized
Wash my hands they sanitized
Too petty I can't let it ride
Can't wait until we see them guys
You can't tell me nothing , no
Momma said that I should smile more
I been trapping lately
I been living like drug lord
Nana remember I broke ya stove?
Trying turn a half to O
I remember the days I thought we was broke
Water went off I ain't know we was poor
I'd of been selling dope bags
Right on Craft Ave
With the .45
Oh wait , shit I did that
Trapping like my dad
Don't want to hear about what you had
As far as I remember, I been stacking through the whole December
Cold and shivering
If you cross me
I'm the wrong nigga
Ain't scared to make no enemies
I'm scared to share love with you
Split the plug with you
Trapped out , burned down Josephine
Broke the bed off half a bean
Then crossed the street and served a feen
My type of credit get you ten P's
Clientele
Might as well hop in the game your self
Everything for sale
I been smoking fighting my demons
In the check out line I been shopping at Neimus
And the rest all mine
Won't say it I don't mean it
Man this shit my real life
I can't fake or fraud
Naw
Money stacking tall
Ball
Life will hit you hard
That's why you can't tell me nothing
Especially how to spend these racks
That's a fact
You shoot at me I'm shooting back
Had cut her off got too attached
Bedford Ave. I was born and raised
Jumped in the game at fourteen
We been masked up before quarantine
If you my bitch can't leave me horny
These niggas be way to corny
Forsurely
Them big racks on me buldging
I been keeping it real you been trolling

Written by:
Joel Kellem

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