​real life (interlude) Destroy Lonely

[Intro]
(underworld)
(Damn, I done touched down back up in my city)
(I'm rockin' Acne jeans right now, nigga)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Two-fifty on the dash, moving fast, livin' smooth
I be cashin', lil' bitch, think it's magic or somethin'
Damn, I'm geeked up, think I'm finna crash really soon
When I'm geeked up driving, I'm not crashing the coupe though
Damn, I think I fell in love with the DRKSHDWs
Yeah, yeah, you know I fell in love with the Runtz though
I'ma blow a couple bands on some drugs and some clothes
And I'm always havin' bread but you know I need some more
Oh, yeah
Word to Kaine, I be geeked out my body
Yes, I'm Lonely, baby, getting money is my hobby
And my Blooda real right, he put the pistol to your noggin
Call up bitches, all tens, tell 'em, "Meet me in the lobby"
And I'm steppin' in Maison Margiela, this is real designer
See, I brought this bitch a meal and she told that me she feel honored
When you comin' up from nothing, it get hot just like a sauna
Damn, god damn
I done touched down back up in my city
Lil' shawty told me hit her when I touched down in her city
But I'm never chasing hoes, lil' bitch, you gotta come and get me
And I'm touching real-life money, nigga, 3D
And I'm living real life, nigga, not TV
And I'm having real stripes, nigga, come and see me
Everything you did, niggas did twice, nigga, you can't see me