Realer n Realer lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Yeah, yeah
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, understand
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: 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, uh
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 your block 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
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
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 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

[Chorus: 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, uh
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 your block 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
[Verse 2: Future]
All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave
b*tch got a c*m 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 get realer and triller, I came up on a lotta M's
Gotta pop on the opps, we shootin' out soon as we see 'em
Mobbin on the G6's, gon' be very hard to see him
Turned a stripper to a maid, bringing Magic to the crib
Seven carats on my ring, seven carats on my ears
Chopper going off like, "ring, ring"
Got Peedi Crakk, yeah
I got Céline and codeine, I'm going outta here
Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes, they put up like souvenirs

[Chorus: 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, uh
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 your block 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