Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In Real Life, artist - Beau Young Prince. Date of issue: 23.01.2020
Song language: English
In Real Life |
| I like my drinks cold, I keep my weed rolled |
| Like her ass fat and out of control |
| I keep some gold on my neck and my wrist |
| Rockin' designer, they not on my shit |
| Got me a rider, shoot right off the hip |
| Baow, like a westerner flick |
| Remember them days when I would cop a Vick |
| Now I ride with an ounce in the whip, yeah |
| I got them gats, I got your bitch in the trap, your bitch on my lap, yeah |
| You is a sap, nigga, don’t play with me, nigga, I make you take a nap |
| I got that 'Nolia, you know I make it clap ('Nolia) |
| I’m makin' money, they pay me for the rap |
| Put your feature on your head, nigga (Ooh) |
| And I got young niggas ready collect the bread (Get it) |
| Shootin' that bitch at your head |
| Cut on my TV, make sure that you dead (Yeah) |
| Come get the money, you knowin' my business |
| Discuss it with real niggas, don’t talk to bitches |
| I know these niggas be snitchin' |
| Thirty round, it’s an extended |
| Poppin' that bitch and it empty |
| Squeezin' that bitch 'til it click, woah |
| This is real life, not the internet (Internet) |
| This is real life, not the internet (Ooh) |
| I really live what I rap (Rap) |
| I’m really livin' like that (That) |
| I really pulled out them racks (Damn) |
| Only spent that from the trap (Ooh) |
| Always see me on the move (Move) |
| They wanna be on my crew (Crew) |
| This is real life, not the internet (Nah) |
| This is real life, not the internet (Bitch) |
| They do not live what they rap (Nah) |
| She don’t be lookin' like that (Ooh) |
| Niggas don’t really got straps (Ooh) |
| Lyin' in all of they tracks (Ooh) |
| Fake money, bitches, and gats (Goddamn) |
| We had enough of the wack, yeah (Yeah) |
| Okay, and your bitch say she wan' leave with my clique (Yeah) |
| No, baby girl, this right here is the gang |
| Say you wan' run with her, we run a train |
| No, no missed stain, yeah (No, no missed stain) |
| I just do my thing, yeah (I just do my thing) |
| Bitches actin' lame, yeah (Bitches actin' lame) |
| I don’t say a thing (I don’t say a thing) |
| Try not to judge what I see on the internet, I cannot fall for the trap |
| Can’t trust they looks or they numbers or even they story, they team behind that |
| I got no stylist or writers, they bitin' the bounce 'cause they know I got next |
| So I make my next one the best one I possibly can make it, it isn’t a flex |
| This is real life, not the internet (Internet) |
| This is real life, not the internet (Ooh) |
| I really live what I rap (Rap) |
| I’m really livin' like that (That) |
| I really pulled out them racks (Damn) |
| Only spent that from the trap (Ooh) |
| Always see me on the move (Move) |
| They wanna be on my crew (Crew) |
| This is real life, not the internet (Nah) |
| This is real life, not the internet (Bitch) |
| They do not live what they rap (Nah) |
| She don’t be lookin' like that (Ooh) |
| Niggas don’t really got straps (Ooh) |
| Lyin' in all of they tracks (Ooh) |
| Fake money, bitches, and gats (Goddamn) |
| We had enough of the wack, yeah (Yeah, yeah, bitch) |