Real Life

I been mixing up my fantasies with real life
I know I’m wrong but the drugs make it feel right
Under pressure
Under pressure but I still fight
Sometimes I think about what real love feels like
Suicidal you don’t know what pain feels like
But I was jumping off a cliff
Shit I still might
But now I’m focused
I just wanna get my shit right
On my grind
Yeah I wanna live a good life
Making music
I been working on it all night
Smoking green
I know ima live a long life
On his block if he said something that I don’t like
Let him know that if I see him then it’s on sight
Neck is frozen looking something like a Klondike
Bitch I’m dripping out her denim
No cap
In my rack
Get your facts right
No ghost
I don’t need no one to song write
Now they think I need
Nigga ima get my bag
I be taking drugs
Hit a *nw high score*
Diamonds on me looking like I’m *bling bling boy*
Shawty said I’m nothing that she *seen before*
I don’t give a fuck
I got *no remorse*
This is my life
Only *you decide yours*