DRT - Real Grief Lyrics

Real grief bruh that's real grief
I was born on the double O 3
At 16 making that cheese
Selling dope I don't want no beef
Real grief bruh that's real grief
I was born on the double O 3
At 16 making that cheese
Selling dope I don't want no beef

That bitch pick up dope with the team
And she smoke that kush og
She got some badass jeans
She a 12 with the ops on g
I'm running from the ops on flee
Smoke a joint bitch I'm seeing 3d
Paranoid little lil bitch thats me
Tryna sting me bitch you a bee

That bitch she 007
That bitch she a double agent that bitcvh an 11
Bitch, I'm gonna die at 27
Didn't get shot with a mac 11 i'm in heaven
Bitch, my brain play on me
Paranoia getting me to pull up my sleeves
That shit make me angry and confused about thy
My demons still there bro I can still feel

Demon in my brain I can't sleep
Die in every dream I feel weak
See him everywhere Where's my deed
I never signed it let me free
I wanna be free let me free
I wanna be free on high key
I wanna kill you on low key
Cause I'm going through real grief

Real grief bruh that's real grief
I was born on the double O 3
At 16 making that cheese
Selling dope I don't want no beef
Real grief bruh that's real grief
I was born on the double O 3
At 16 making that cheese
Selling dope I don't want no beef