Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who's Realer?, artist - Mostack. Date of issue: 29.02.2024
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who's Realer? |
| Do me wrong once then I’m gone, I ain’t putting up with bullshit |
| Need me a real one but I ain’t tryna force it |
| Why would I listen when they gossip and they talking |
| Opinions don’t pay for a mortgage |
| Don’t let them judge you, trust me ignore it |
| We’re human from the richest to poorest |
| Imma need two wifeys for insurance |
| I’ve been hurt, I can’t trust reassurance |
| I was broke once and now I’m in a new form |
| I’m on snap doing food porn |
| 20k cash and I hold it like a new born |
| You try take it and you can hold two corn |
| I don’t care who mourns |
| I might smile but I don’t trust most of you |
| You gotta watch the ones close to you |
| We all know what being broke can do |
| So if I robbed you in the past, hit me up, I got some dough for you |
| Now I’m a changed man |
| Come see my life thru these ray bans |
| The last time I went Harrods, I blew 8 bands |
| My nigga came with a drum like we’re a band |
| It’s family, we ain’t a gang |
| Just me and my nigga |
| With some bad bitches in Sumosan Twiga |
| All we got was food, I don’t know how we blew a 4 figure |
| All these cocktails gon mash up mans liver |
| I don’t know who’s realer? |
| Where can I start from |
| They rather talk your business instead of start one |
| The broke boys, we stay far from |
| They say im rude but they aren’t wrong |
| Fuck you my hearts gone |
| Yo, I don’t want her fam, I’m good |
| All she had to offer was pussy and good looks |
| I need a real one, loyal one, nice and good cook |
| That can teach me love me just like a wife should |
| Be a lady in these streets but a hoe for me |
| Turn around and tell these rich niggas no for me |
| Be my wife forever count this dough with me |
| And when I’m going thru my stress could you cope with me |
| I been thru a lot of shit, I’ve had loads of pain |
| I made a promise to myself, that I won’t complain |
| Me and them boys are not the same |
| Here for the moneys, not the fame |
| Lame |