เนื้อเพลง Realer N Realer - Future & Juice WRLD
เนื้อเพลง Realer N Realer
[Future:]
I like to do what I wanna do
I like to play with these bands
I got the money and fame now,
My family don't understand
Wheezy outta here
[Juice WRLD:]
Sh*t getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled
Sh*t getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn yo Glock to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make
Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save
Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day
'Cause I know when you die, you can't take the sh*t to your grave
Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space
Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week
Uh, big sh*t, expensive sh*t, all that sh*t
12 gauge, hit him, he'll do backflips
40 hit him and he Michael Jackson
Uh, big sh*t, expensive sh*t, all that sh*t
Only wanna f*ck one time baby, I'm on the fall back sh*t
Matter fact, you wanna f*ck her
But you on the call back list
But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't finna call back, b*tch
Sh*t getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled
Sh*t getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn yo Glock to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
[Future:]
All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave
B*tch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away
I'm so fly to you, I'm high to you
I take that to the grave
Having a thrill off these pills
I could OD any day
Sh*t getting realer and triller, I came up on a lotta M's
Gotta pop on the opps, we shooting out soon as we see 'em
Mobbin' on this G6's, it's gon' very hard to see 'em
I turned a stripper to a maid, bringing her magic to the crib
7 carats on my ring, 7 carats on my ears
Chopper going off like, "ring, ring"
Got a P of the crack, yeah
I got Celine and codeine
I'm going outta here
Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes, they put up like souvenirs
[Juice WRLD:]
Sh*t getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled
Sh*t getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn yo Glock to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid