Ima Be Real

Lyrics
[Verse] I'ma be real, I ain't as tough I say I am, I'm so scared of going to hell Killer look in the mirror and ask yourself, "Is you really tryna go to jail?" Hell no, yeah, I thought so So stop living like you ain't thinking 'bout tomorrow Protect your health and you'd be selfish, you let the drugs get the best of you and prevent you from getting to witness all your childs grow That ain't fair, but I'm ballin' by myself, you somewhere out there heart broke Early September, last time we were together at the samе hotel, damn, it's been a minute you checkеd in with me I was just so close to going broke, I feel that I was gon' be right back drug dealin' Give me what you owe to me, I paid for your loyalty, no way you could give up on me My house not home, won't be here too long, heard the good die young I pray I could see fourty-three, but ten more years is more than enough, get everything that I want I'm a iced out reaper, the devil been busy, but I ain't got time for him neither Stayed in the rain, ain't complain while they called FEMA The pain in me deeper, shit like hurricane Katrina Imagine me old, back hurtin' in pain I'd rather a nigga bust my goddamn brain I stand with great affection waiting for you, babe I move with good intentions through everything And it seem everyone abandoned me All I know, I lean on promethazine All I know, you told me you'll be there for me So I come on this music, brought me refuge Ran outta dope, it's time to leave Travel to Mecca on my barefoot just to find peace You sick and tired of sorries, crying on your diaries, I love you like mollies It's like it seem cool for people to play with my heart here Wise enough to be a fool just to see who's smarter I heard your cop put a voice recorder in your car I was playin' dumb, but really you the retard I don't care fakin' if I don't get you farther out here I'ma live by and die by my honor I should ballin' and flickin' on the time that you called, you was in jail While I'm sittin' in prison, if you get shot, I should care Say I'm a deadbeat and I'm not a good father Yet you ain't check up on me when my car burned How you gon' act like all your trauma 'cause of me? Pussy-ass ho, you ain't the only one that's suffering
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Credits
- Writers
- Kodak Black
- SkipOnDaBeat