"REAL" lyrics

See cheatin' and scammin' is respectable nowadays, but the shit like this ain't real
Ah (Maybach music)
I overstand

Got the realest niggas in the building, they still treat us like fakes
Go pour up the drinks
Got no one to thank, hrr, I'm off in a tank (Hrr)
Brr, the wood smellin' dank (Hrr), this bitch cold, need a mink
Fuck her real hard in the pink, pour up my [?], like it pink (Two cups)
Y'all sippin' cups for the pain, money and fuck all the fame (Hrr)
Hrr, and my phone buzzin' like bees, the Percs keep callin' my name (Bzz)
He be lyin', but I got a zoo with me, so he gotta keep tame (Damn)
I'm in beast mode, do a hundred-thirty when I'm switchin' the lanes
Throw a hundred 'til these strippers tip a nigga, no, I don't want the change (No, I don't want the change)
We not ashamed (We not ashamed)
We not the same (We not the same)
No, we not the same (No, we not the same)
Did a back flip up out the Maserati and I had a ménage (I flipped)
I saw a mirage (My wrist)
We will be versus of gods (Ah)
Who thought I'd beat all the odds? (Hrr, hrr)
Sometimes I'm so proud of myself, I'm smellin' the fish like cod (Cod)
We got the guns like CoD (Like CoD)
We got them bricks like squad (Like squad)
I see 'em, don't give 'em a nod