"Real Life" lyrics

I'm Suge Knight in this black impala
Mob shit trying to jack him after
I'm too G, I'm so Bush Obama
Fuck feds me no like informer
Most my people never had no father
Just got dough and started trapping harder
I'm on ends eating grills sahara
In 110's or balenciaga
My bandoe's like a cocaine parlour
Shits hot like Abu Dhabi
Got em hooked like Abu Hamza
Clean heart I can hold my hands up
You're alright I'm just a bit more sharper
See I got em on a block P Parker
I got dark but let me get darker
I got balls I ball like I'm barca
See all I need's my phone, my charger
And I'm a be back like karma
These blood diamonds you can call me Archer (shit)
You already know who I speak for
Street shit, I ain't take no detour
Ever since I said C4 G4
I kill shit and I ain't show no remorse
I ain't stressing but I smoke like three draws
Just thinking 'bout them neenawneenaws
Longtime I been on this seesaw
Longtime I pre'd more
I need a house with a big extension
A spaceship and a different pendant
I really can't see no different ending
And that's word to the trap he slept in
Billing lines now they say I'm next in
Street king like I'm Ladi Benson
Clean heart, no bad intentions
I'm trying to live but it's so expensive
So I need that no exceptions
I'm OT in the smoker's section
I ain't trying to be a co-defendant
I got too many bros to mention
And if I start It gets so depressing
This I know I'm a die a legend
And I rap don't forget to mention
(And I rap don't forget to mention)
(Dunknoo)