Real lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm the realest n*gga in it, everything authentic
You new to it, I'm true to it
What you doing, I did it
Still spitting everything how I get it
In real life I'm told to lead y'all midgets
Bet I had your b*tch digits way before you hit it
She a TBT to me but you can have her mane, I'm finished
She put me in the Guinness, n*gga's can't miss me
I ain't sh*t but I'm in your main b*tch history, I bet she miss me
You n*ggas ain't real as me, trill as me
My wrist still a key and and I'm still a P
But I quit, I'm too real to deal with a dumb b*tch and deal with so much dumb sh*t when I'm already rich, b*tch

[Hook]
How real is that, though?
I'm for real mane, no lie
I mean, if being a hustler in my blood
Why not take advantage of the best one?

[Verse 2]
Never talk like I'm a killer, I say I'm a dealer
Never talk about what I don't got, I keep it trilla than a lot of these n*ggas
Ain't lying to these n*ggas, I try to motivate and stop the hate dividing these n*ggas
But a lot of these goons got girl ways
On the sideline hating on the ones that's getting paid
Been keeping it trill since I had to [?]
They surprised when they see like "he still paid"?
I tell em' hustlers make money, and bosses gon' boss
I been up for a minute and I'm still standing tall
I tell em' hustlers make money, and bosses gon' boss
I been up for a minute and I'm still standing tall
[Outro]
The realest in the game
I'm talking about everything authentic mane
Can't miss me
Yeah, I know you like my style though
I know you like my style B
I see you jocking this swag
It's okay though (haha)