​poorstacy – Real Life lyrics

[Chorus]
I try to keep my distance, yeah, so I don't get attached
I be passing everybody, yeah, getting to the bags
No I'm not just anybody, can you please relax
On my momma grave, no, no, I don't like you yeah I'm speaking facts
These niggas hate on me I don't know why, but I count these racks
I've been on my own trying to get to that bag
Do this shit in real life, man you gotta act
Nigga this is real life, no its not a gag

[Verse]
I Had a lot 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're with your girl, she's always on her phone texting me
On the real, I can't wife these bitches
Real spill, I'm going up
Getting to the riches

[Chorus]
I try to keep my distance, yeah, so I don't get attached
I be passing everybody, yeah, getting to the bags
No I'm not just anybody, can you please relax
On my momma grave, no, no, I don't like you yeah I'm speaking facts
These niggas hate on me I don't know why, but I count these racks
I've been on my own trying to get to that bag
Do this shit in real life, man you gotta act
Nigga this is real life, no its not a gag