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Real Shit Video (MV)




Performed By: Boba
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Benjamin Pham




Boba - Real Shit Lyrics




Goin offline helped me get back on the line
Only time I'm lyin - sometimes, gotta tell my momma I'm fine

I don't really care for ya spiel
If it ain't real keep it concealed
Whole lotta blue and green pockets on teal
You can get the f*ck from me if you not on chill
Yaint really nothin to me more than a bill
My spirit somethin that I can't afford to spill
I never changed for the bad I'm right here
Hungry - workin like I want me a meal

Real
Everythin that I say is real
Chills
I hope you can feel how this feels

(real shit)

I don't see the clock as a countdown
Nowadays I see it as a stop watch
I'll be countin up until the bombs drop
It's a long shot, that's a call out
Yaint really make it unless you rich enough to get a bunker so yo fam can live through the fallout
Real shit
What the f*ck, these the thoughts I gotta deal with
Say shit point blank and still miss
Next shot I'll aim with more stillness
I still forgive but I don't ever forget shit
Unless I'm leavin out the crib tryna dip quick
Mind goin a million miles in a minute
So my fault I might forget to listen
Oh we still on expression?
Tell me when ya get to the message
Ya said a lot but none of it moved I'm still
Wonderin if you would really die on that hill
Tell me, would you take a life on that hill?
If not, why the f*ck you talkin still
Long as I got it with me I'm fine willy nill
Nine millimeter till it's nine milly mills
Then I'm gon' hire me some ex-navy seals who gon get ya ass zonked like let's make a deal

Real
Everythin that I say is real
Chills
I hope you can feel how this feels
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English

Goin offline helped me get back on the line
Only time I'm lyin - sometimes, gotta tell my momma I'm fine

I don't really care for ya spiel
If it ain't real keep it concealed
Whole lotta blue and green pockets on teal
You can get the f*ck from me if you not on chill
Yaint really nothin to me more than a bill
My spirit somethin that I can't afford to spill
I never changed for the bad I'm right here
Hungry - workin like I want me a meal

Real
Everythin that I say is real
Chills
I hope you can feel how this feels

(real shit)

I don't see the clock as a countdown
Nowadays I see it as a stop watch
I'll be countin up until the bombs drop
It's a long shot, that's a call out
Yaint really make it unless you rich enough to get a bunker so yo fam can live through the fallout
Real shit
What the f*ck, these the thoughts I gotta deal with
Say shit point blank and still miss
Next shot I'll aim with more stillness
I still forgive but I don't ever forget shit
Unless I'm leavin out the crib tryna dip quick
Mind goin a million miles in a minute
So my fault I might forget to listen
Oh we still on expression?
Tell me when ya get to the message
Ya said a lot but none of it moved I'm still
Wonderin if you would really die on that hill
Tell me, would you take a life on that hill?
If not, why the f*ck you talkin still
Long as I got it with me I'm fine willy nill
Nine millimeter till it's nine milly mills
Then I'm gon' hire me some ex-navy seals who gon get ya ass zonked like let's make a deal

Real
Everythin that I say is real
Chills
I hope you can feel how this feels
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Writer: Benjamin Pham
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