Lyrics Something Real - Peezy, Kevin Gates

Something Real

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All I ever wanted to be was something real
Out in the mud we had to get it how we lived
I want mansions, I want cribs private islands on the pier
Pullin up Big body Benz gettin' head grip on the steer
I want diamonds in my crib, round my neck and in my ear
I will die and I will kill, don’t believe the shit you hear
Me and ride stupid
While these lil dumb niggas doing the most
Wake up thinking bout Coupes and boats
While these lame’s hustlin' for shoes and clothes
Pool party with a group of hoes, ain’t love a nigga so I’m running with them
Detroit, yeah I run the city, could talk my shit, but I’m humble nigga
Money talks, stop mumbling nigga
Cost 5k for 1 pint of purp
30 bags will get you a pound of cookie, you just hit my line while you tryna
work
Bad bitch work at Ace of Spades, Imma fuck her once, then it’s time to go
Say the early bird get the warm first, while you niggas sleep I’m wide awoke
All I ever wanted to be was something real
Out in the mud we had to get it how we lived
I want mansions, I want cribs private islands on the pier
Pullin up Big body Benz gettin' head grip on the steer
I want diamonds in my crib, round my neck and in my ear
I will die and I will kill, don’t believe the shit you hear
They drag a nigga name through the mud, used to call me all type of shit
Couldn’t even find a ride to the club
No car no bike or shit, none of these hoes was showing up
I thought I wasn’t any type of shit
Three months after proing up, popped up with all type of shit
First Roli bought a Plane Jane
Second Roli, had to ice the bitch
First chain was a Jesus piece
Second chain was a trifle bitch
Third chain was the dog tags
Wearing all black so the lights can hit me
Just grabbed the dope on the way
All I ever wanted to be was something real
Out in the mud we had to get it how we lived
I want mansions, I want cribs private islands on the pier
Pullin up Big body Benz gettin' head grip on the steer
I want diamonds in my crib, round my neck and in my ear
I will die and I will kill, don’t believe the shit you hear
How you getting money and you still
How your bitch but she still cheating
got it real cheap, 20 bands on a
hit me up, coming through
bairly making ends meet
life
Wanna make my family happy
bands nigga
Third
All I ever wanted to be was something real
get it how we lived
I want mantions, I want private islands
Big body Benz
I want diamonds in my crib, round my neck and in my ear
I will die and I will kill, don’t believe the shit you hear