[Intro: Boldy James]
It's really life (it's real life)
It's real life
Yo
[Verse 1: El Camino]
I woke up and grabbed my gun right off the coffee table
Constantly gazin' and daydreamin' about a bankroll (word up)
I tried to ghost ride the Range Rov' (skrrt)
I had a quarter-pound in the backseat
And probation right on my ankle
I go to church to pay my tithes, yo I'm forever thankful (I'm forever thankful)
I'm still pourin' out Hennessy just for my fallen angels (RIP my niggas)
I still keep the hammer on me, you gotta be cautious (you gotta be cautious)
Catch an early morning flight, shit makin' me nauseous (shit makin' me nauseous)
I guess it was sacrifice that made us the bosses
Flight after flight, bitch after bitch, made me exhausted
You wanna win, just ball harder in the fourth quarter
You bein' pussy just lead to extortion
See how you crossed the line, and I made her snort it?
I feel like Mondays is made for Porsches (skrrrrt)
I don't speak to many niggas because they lack importance (hahahahaha)
You talkin' money? Step into my office (get to my office)
A few execs hit my line and made a few offers (they ain't talkin' about nothin' though)
But I ain't hear a million yet, ain't no need for talkin'
I'm already a quarter in on some independent (on some independent)
I talk about the shit I sold because I really lived it (real shit)
It's really life (it's real life)
It's real life
Yo
[Verse 1: El Camino]
I woke up and grabbed my gun right off the coffee table
Constantly gazin' and daydreamin' about a bankroll (word up)
I tried to ghost ride the Range Rov' (skrrt)
I had a quarter-pound in the backseat
And probation right on my ankle
I go to church to pay my tithes, yo I'm forever thankful (I'm forever thankful)
I'm still pourin' out Hennessy just for my fallen angels (RIP my niggas)
I still keep the hammer on me, you gotta be cautious (you gotta be cautious)
Catch an early morning flight, shit makin' me nauseous (shit makin' me nauseous)
I guess it was sacrifice that made us the bosses
Flight after flight, bitch after bitch, made me exhausted
You wanna win, just ball harder in the fourth quarter
You bein' pussy just lead to extortion
See how you crossed the line, and I made her snort it?
I feel like Mondays is made for Porsches (skrrrrt)
I don't speak to many niggas because they lack importance (hahahahaha)
You talkin' money? Step into my office (get to my office)
A few execs hit my line and made a few offers (they ain't talkin' about nothin' though)
But I ain't hear a million yet, ain't no need for talkin'
I'm already a quarter in on some independent (on some independent)
I talk about the shit I sold because I really lived it (real shit)
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