Real Life (F64)

Lyrics

[Intro: Ato Woody] Yeah [Verse 1: Ato Woody] I'm sorta nervous inside, but my hand is rock steady Four man up in a black out Chevy Run upon your face and we step in heavy About to touch these kids, but we're no R. Kelly There are so many questions and I ain't got the anwsers Like, why your neek yutes wearing all that trapstar? If you think you're sick with it, I got the cancer Puffin on the daily, call me rasta Whole team out here, pushing tracks to the max I'm speaking facts, Z and JJ know, for sure, I can't relax We pull with the waps, make you run the laps I'm only really striving for is the plaquеs, yeah They tryna outshine mе, but I'm drawing the attention All eyes on me right now, not to mention How me and your girlfriend got the connection My bars from the other world, different dimension Decorate hall of fame with my platinum Coldest in the scene and I'm sipping on some magnum This the best shit you heard, not even an album Go ask Casper how I'm hopping in that phantom Don't bother trying to excuse yourself Screaming so loud, but your mumsy couldn't help Not gettin' rich by myself, I'm sharing wealth The stories that I lived are the raps I tell Voices in my head never let me sleep well Woody feat a Sizer, that's a sequel Don't even compare me and you, we're not equal 32 bars to you face, that was lethal Stop cappin, you ain't shottin' no food Walked on the stage and quickly got booed Your boy was tryna chat shit, I'm not in the mood I'm calling up Sizer if he's tryna get rude [Verse 2: Sizer] Real life (I'm wanna win) Yeah, like 2 meals on a plane Ask me, why I've got beef with a chicken I ain't never got time for these women (No way) I might have Will Smith, man, if they ever try chat pon my woman (Just like that) It's calm, cos they probably wouldn't Nah, let me rephrase it, they couldn't (Nah) Try send for me, they shouldn't (Nah) It's the way I walk out on stage, like all of a sudden (Sheesh) Shu malak? Are you mad that the crowd was roary, no Joe Budden? (Yeah) Big S and I'm so strong, incoming They know me, I'm so so solid 21 questions or 21 seconds 2 sides of my sound and in still 21 blessed 21 sat on 21 and I don't need no blessings In my notepad I got more than 21 lessons for a rapper, if he wanna start messing Did you get the message? (I want attention) (Real life) Did you get the message? See, I'm outside, real, real life You better watch out, they hold real, real knives See me, I'm calm, real, real nice Real, real cool, it's still have a sit, grab a stool Or if you're a G, bring a tool I might bring two for an amateur, who's tryna get rude And get round there with my face all screwed Who woulda knew? Your flows aren't new And your flows aren't you Try bite the sound and the scene my boycott a yute Froze your assets Still in my bedroom crafting classics S