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real life *original version - poorstacy lyrics

[chorus]
i try to keep my distance, yeah, so i don’t get attached (get attached)
i be p-ssing everybody, getting to that bag (to the bag)
no i’m not just anybody, can you please relax (please relax)
on my momma grave, no, no, i don’t like you yeah i’m speaking facts (huh, i’m speaking facts)
these n-ggas hate on me i don’t know why, probably ’cause these racks (’cause these racks)
i’ve been on my own trying to get to that bag (to that bag)
do this sh-t in real life, and you gotta act (gotta act)
n-gga this is real life, no it’s not a gag

[verse]
i, had a lot of friends turn to enemies
i, got the sauce you can’t get the recipe
talk behind my back
but won’t say nothing when you next to me (when you next to me)
when you’re with your girl, she’s always on her phone texting me
on the real, i can’t wife these b-tches (yeah)
real spill, i’m going up, getting to the riches (yeah)
yeah i be lacing up dope so i make a bad b-tch do my dishes
no, no we’re not friends so nah we can’t kick it
look at the way that i’m coming now
where were you in the trenches? (yeah)
and i always keep a glock did i forget to mention
i want diamonds on my neck, chain and wrist on vvs’s
yeah i got it out the mud, huh that’s why i’m acting reckless
i don’t play games but i stack my money up like it’s tetris
ya, ya, ya

- poorstacy lyrics

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