Lil Baby - Real Shit lyrics

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Really Atlanta, I'm from a zone, right up the street from the Dome (I'm from the 4)
Came up getting our hustle on, living legend off of strong
Bro still selling bricks, can't knock his hustle, shit, to each his own
Lot of fake love, they only call you when they need a loan
Bro in the box ready to come home, for now, he living through a phone (Free the bro)
Told me he aingt worried 'bout no nigga 'less he can fly a drone
Know them young niggas look up to me, so I can't lead 'em on
Watching what I talk about, I'm the leader, so I can't tell 'em wrong
Young crew, they break in cars (Strikers), jack boys they still robbing
G Dawg dem been gone for damn near a dub and they steady mobbing
Shit wasn't always great, I had to wait, I stayed down for my come-up
Every day I'm paper chasing, my bank account need another comma
Tryna stay away from the drama, never running from my karma
Anything I did, I stand behind it, momma raised a G (What they talking 'bout?)
Coward is something I'll never be, Hellcat spinning up the street (Skrrt)
Trackhawk Bulletproof the Jeep, none of this shit aingt come with ease
My bitch told me, she won't never leave, now she on another team
Saw my pain, it made me T'd, never been a one to grieve (No)
Naked bitches on my feed, I don't like her 'less she mean
Trust issues, I don't f*ck with people (I can't), blame it on the shit I seen (I seen it all)
Had Fannie watching my food savings while she was pregnant with dude baby (Real shit)
But it wasn't no food saving, whole lotta green shit
Tryna shake my demons, keep calling the lean man
Keep rolling this weed up, I been through some real shit
Come home to the lights off, furniture in the front yard (Eviction)
Had to stay in hotels, daddy wasn't nowhere around
My mama a real gangster, she held it together (She did), no matter the circumstance, yeah
Superstar, fill up the stands, going for it when I get the chance
Dog shit stay in my pants, in my hand, in my bag
I still got my first advance, showing bro how to buy some land
We gotta make this money last, hate you let them niggas gas you
Getting rich while I duck the task force, what more can a nigga ask for? (I'm blessed)
Belt to ass, we really tap shit, majority of these niggas capping
Really put it down on Plaza, really put in down on Bridges
Really put it down on Sparks, 'round my way, I'm a living legend
ROTC, brodem stepping, all the secrets I done kept 'em
Where them bags at? I'll go get 'em, bring 'em back, let brodem sell 'em
Every day I'm fighting the Devil, put that lil' bitch on a pedestal
Won't do it again, never, shit getting real, I'm moving careful
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