"My Real Life" lyrics

Young Dolph
This my real life
What you live like, homie?

Grind all day, count it up all night
The same thing tomorrow, real talk, my real life
I'm lookin' for a plug, I ain't lookin' for a wife
And money ain't shit, nigga, this my real life

Wait a minute (Wait a minute), who the fuck is that?
That's that Young Dolph nigga, he went and got Squeeky on the track (Uh)
Half a pound of purple thrax, that's gon' run you five stacks
The streets say I got hella swag, I like my bitches hella bad
Digi' scale and sandwich bag, it's time to count the stupid bread
Shout out to your baby mama, man, that girl got super head
Yellow diamonds on me same color as a banana peel
Got my own promotion money, motherfuck a record deal
My grandma gone, I'm gettin' money, imagine how this shit feel
I give all this shit up just to get her back, that's on the real
Fast money, fast life, yeah, this just the way I live
Auntie ask when I'ma stop, I told her when I count this mil'

Grind all day, count it up all night (Night)
The same thing tomorrow, real talk, my real life (Yeah)
I'm lookin' for a plug, I ain't lookin' for a wife (Nah)
And money ain't shit, homie, this my real life (My real life)
This your real life? Yeah, this my real life (My real life)
What you live like, homie? This my real life (My real life)
This your real life? Yeah, this my real life (My real life)
This my real life, homie, what you live like? (What you live like?)

It's a recession (Damn), everybody broke
Jeezy wasn't lyin', but not for me, I don't sell blow (Nah)
He said he want a heezy, told him come to the corner store (Come on)
That good California smoke (Yeah), he gon' come back for some more (Yeah)
I must confess, I do a lot of trickin' on Gucci tennis
Gotta get that matchin' belt to hold up them True Religions (For sure)
My New Jersey girl hit me up, she ask can she come and visit?
Just got some new Christmas trees, not right now, ma, I'm kinda busy (Yeah)
The realest nigga in the city, ain't nan' nigga realer
I heard these clown-ass rap niggas, but I don't feel 'em (Nah)
As I let this kush burn and count up this skrilla (Skrilla)
How many bitches wanna fuck a made nigga?

Grind all day, count it up all night (Night)
The same thing tomorrow, real talk, my real life (Yeah)
I'm lookin' for a plug, I ain't lookin' for a wife (Nah)
And money ain't shit, homie, this my real life (My real life)
This your real life? Yeah, this my real life (My real life)
What you live like, homie? This my real life (My real life)
This your real life? Yeah, this my real life (My real life)
This my real life, homie, what you live like? (What you live like?)

It's 2 o'clock in the morning, my prepaid still jumpin' (Damn)
Customers still comin' (Damn), so fuck it, I'm still pumpin' (Fuck it)
My eyes, they barely open, but fuck it, I'm still smokin' (Fuck it)
Smoked so much purp today, I actually feel like I'm floatin'
Kush and rosé, that's my real life, okay? (Okay)
Bitches and champagne (Yeah), Paper Route campaign (Yeah)
Drop this street shit and set the whole city on flames
Six for the seven, man, nah, I ain't sellin' 'caine (Nah)
Young Kobe Bryant, finna take over the whole game (Yeah)
Them hoes on the internet tryna find out my ho name
Turned nothing into something, you know what that feel like?
This what I live like and, bitch, this my real life

Grind all day, count it up all night (Night)
The same thing tomorrow, real talk, my real life (Yeah)
I'm lookin' for a plug, I ain't lookin' for a wife (Nah)
And money ain't shit, homie, this my real life (My real life)
This your real life? Yeah, this my real life (My real life)
What you live like, homie? This my real life (My real life)
This your real life? Yeah, this my real life (My real life)
This my real life, homie, what you live like? (What you live like?)

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