Realer N Realer (feat. Juice WRLD)

[Future]

Yeah, yeah

I like to do what I wanna do

I like to play with these bands

I got the money and fame now

My family don't understand, understand

(Wheezy outta here)

[Juice WRLD]

Shit getting realer and realer, uh

Came up on a couple of million, uh

I invest that in some buildings, uh

Look at my money, it tripled, uh

Shit getting realer and realer, uh

I lost my bro to the system, uh

I lost my bro to a pistol, uh

They tried to take me with him, uh

I can't go for that, no, no

I stay with killers every day

Keep a 40, it's hungry

I turn your block to a buffet

Yeah, I spend a lot

Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades

I got a lean stain on it

I'ma give it to my maid

Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make

Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save

Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day

'Cause I know when you die, you can't take the shit to your grave

Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space

Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week

Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit

12 gauge, hit him, he do backflips

40 hit him and he Michael Jackson

Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit

Only wanna fuck one time, baby, I'm on the fall back shit

Matter fact, you wanna fuck her, but you on the call back list

But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't finna call back, bitch

Shit getting realer and realer, uh

Came up on a couple of million, uh

I invest that in some buildings, uh

Look at my money, it tripled, uh

Shit getting realer and realer, uh

I lost my bro to the system, uh

I lost my bro to a pistol, uh

They tried to take me with him, uh

I can't go for that, no, no

I stay with killers every day

Keep a 40, it's hungry

I turn your block to a buffet

Yeah, I spend a lot

Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades

I got a lean stain on it

I'ma give it to my maid

[Future]

All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave

Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away

I'm so fly to you, I'm high to you, I take that to the grave

Having a thrill off these pills, I could OD any day

Shit get realer and triller, I came up on a lotta M's

Gotta pop on the opps, we shootin' out soon as we see 'em

Mobbin on the G6's, gon' be very hard to see him

Turned a stripper to a maid, bringing Magic to the crib

Seven carats on my ring, seven carats on my ears

Chopper going off like, "ring, ring"

Got Peedi Crakk, yeah

I got Céline and codeine, I'm going outta here

Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes, they put up like souvenirs

[Juice WRLD]

Shit getting realer and realer, uh

Came up on a couple of million, uh

I invest that in some buildings, uh

Look at my money, it tripled, uh

Shit getting realer and realer, uh

I lost my bro to the system, uh

I lost my bro to a pistol, uh

They tried to take me with him, uh

I can't go for that, no, no

I stay with killers every day

Keep a 40, it's hungry

I turn your block to a buffet

Yeah, I spend a lot

Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades

I got a lean stain on it

I'ma give it to my maid