Real Life (feat. P-Gutta Tha Hustla)

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Money22 is an artist from Detroit, MI. Specially the Eastside of Detroit and is emerging in the music scene. more »

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Yeah, ayy, be good to the hustlin' this bitch, know what time it is nigga, bitch
Ayy, good it was crazy, what's the deal nigga, ayy, anytime, boom
I talk it cause I really need it, ayy, uh, yeah, ayy
Ayy, in real life, this what I'm really livin

So you can have it like this too, you gotta be consistent
I did a lot of shit for this, a lot I can't mention
Hit my baby 80's with 11, he a star in prison
Yeah, this nigga ain't in my cap, he ain't a real nigga

I be runnin' up the stacks, I'm in the field with it
They ain't knowin' what we on, so I don't feel it
Yeah, I got it in my bag, I told them deal with it
I got my mind out the trap, a bitch, I'm still in it

Shoppin' finna send a package in the hills with it
Took a loss, but I can show you how to still get it
Nigga, I been by the bag since it looked, nigga
This for my niggas behind them bricks, locked behind a fence

I be runnin' to some paper, even more than a prince
I got all this dirty money, I get that shit a wrist
Cold word, I say yup, then my nigga win it
Song, yeah, song, yeah, so you can't get out of that

Sittin' on that work for too long, bring that product back
Money, guns, and drugs, yeah, nigga, we got a lot of that
A thousand packs, sir, then a hook, he don't know how to trap
A nigga made a offer to the plug and he can't counter that

The number's so low on that bag, shit, I ain't gotta take
This shit, it be so real, yeah, nigga, I ain't gotta act
Between a Venice bag and white collar, I ain't gotta rap
Ayy, in real life, this what I'm really livin

You can have it like this too, you gotta be consistent
I did a lot of shit for this, a lot I can't mention
Hit my baby eighties, what, eleven, he the star in prison
Yeah, this nigga ain't in my cap, he ain't a real nigga

I be runnin' up the stacks, I'm in the field with it
They ain't knowin' what we on, so I don't feel, nigga
Yeah, I got it in my bag, I tell them, deal with it
Check my resume, bitch, I been out here thuggin

You keep fallin' off, boy, cause you ain't really hustlin
You ain't really stackin', you just out here clubbin
Fuckin' with them hoes, that's gon' leave you when it turn to nothin
You can't trust a soul out here, can't even front your cousin

Seem like the closest till you be the first to do you dirty
Bitch, I'm workin', that's why I ain't askin
Put some shit together with that drink, that's why I'm in Atlanta
I be paintin' pictures, these niggas just be sayin' shit

Yeah, you got a couple dollars, but that nigga still a bitch
Put me on your CD, it ain't shit for me to make it hit
Come out of retirement and show you how to cook a brick
Don't just be talkin' for real, ain't really makin' sense

I be in the trenches for real, with real weight to flip
Jump right off the porch with some skills, like I was made for it
For real, I gotta play for this, ayy
In real life, this what I'm really livin

So you can have it like this too, you gotta be consistent
I did a lot of shit for this, a lot I can't mention
Hit my baby 80's, what 11, he the star in prison
Yeah, this nigga ain't in my cap, he ain't a real nigga

I be runnin' up the stacks, I'm in the field with it
They ain't knowin' what we on, so I don't feel niggas
Yeah, I got it in my bag, I told them deal with it
Deal with it, deal with it, deal with it, deal with it

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