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real life - mia ghost lyrics

[intro]
(jxckk just want a drink)
[?]

[verse 1: mia ghost]
n*ggas better calm the f*ck down, bro ’bout ready to crash
sh*t happened, then it happened, ain’t no leave it in the past
i don’t be with no teachers, so you won’t even get a pass
f*ck a tag in a post, we tryna see where n*ggas at
in a striker ridin’ with some sh*t’ll leave a n*gga scat
ironic they don’t come direct but i still peep how n*ggas act
give a f*ck, b*tch, i’ll turn a fake tweaker to a pack
talkin’ all that tough sh*t, they better leave it in them raps

[verse 2: grindhard e]
play with me and gamble with your life, you gon’ end up throwin’ cr*ps
took off and passеd a lot of n*ggas, it feel like we runnin’ laps
a lot of n*ggas fakin’ on thesе apps ’cause they ain’t livin’ what they rap
in real life, n*ggas know that we’ll pull up where they at
f*ck the trunk, i’m ridin’ round with the mini on my lap
sh*t talkin’, we done put the whole city on the map
indecent exposure, ridin’ around with a titty in a strap

[verse 3: mia ghost & grindhard e]
in real life, n*ggas tell, talk, and do sh*t for the clout
send a drop, get dropped, we ain’t gon’ do sh*t to your house
n*ggas run when it’s smoke and don’t do sh*t but run they mouth
put this big b*tch on him, make the b*tch inside him come up out
[verse 4: mia ghost]
n*ggas real*life sweet, i don’t even let ’em come around
n*ggas tryna beef but hammed out, how the f*ck that sound?
can’t be slippin’ in that water ’cause that’s how you f*ckin’ drown
f*ck a bet it all, for the camp, i’ll double down

[verse 5: grindhard e]
every time i get the bag, get it gone, re*up, and double up
get a pint, bust it down, grab a pop and double cup
i don’t do no handouts, you better pull up with enough
every time i put my hand out, it seem like they f*ck it up
got a hundred on me with a hundred on me, please don’t try your luck
try to run up, you gon’ get ran down tryna call my bluff
buff n*gga almost got popped tryna act too tough
tryna box, f*ck around, be in a box, try to fight with us

[verse 6: mia ghost]
let a n*gga move on, we gon’ pack him up
motherf*ckers move like terry crews, all that actin’ tough
goofy must be runnin’ out of storage, he can’t back it up
how the f*ck is your mans a b*tch? it ain’t addin’ up
n*gga doin’ all the rappin’ ’til we wrap him up
tryin’ so hard to be hard, i be crackin’ up
how the f*ck it’s up if you ain’t up it when you had the ups?
play stupid and get your ass smoked, ain’t gotta grab a blunt

- mia ghost lyrics

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