Ray - Real Life Lyrics

This is real life, we don't play
Why do I boast like a king
Keep my head up and I gleam
I sit back and get cash
Get back, you'll get slapped then fall over
Need me a puff or two
Put me in a good mood
Even a sip or two
I hate me a bottle
It's not solution, it's an illusion
Fill up with sorrow
Make you feel hollow
This is real life
This is real life
This is
Real life
This is real life
You play with me, we gon' run the ones
But I'm two busy working up until three
Four guns at the store that I really, really want
5K in cash, but that's all I got
When I'm 21, I better have six blicks
And be seven shots in
And maybe could have eight kills then
I'm trippin
This is real life
This is real life