Mo Reala - Zaytoven, Future

Super

You can feel the pain on a young nigga you hear me?

Future Hendix

Young rich nigga

Fucking bad bitches

That’s all I know (that's all I know)

It’s sad to say that

Hendrix

This couldn’t be love, man

This couldn’t be love

Check out the way I be glistening yah

Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah

Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah

Fill up a safe, I’m more realer than y’all

Fuck my new case, I’m more realer than y’all

Ace by the case, I’m more realer than y’all

Sleep with the K, I’m more realer than y’all

A regular day, I’m more chiller than y’all

Diamonds on freeze, ain’t gon never thaw out

Niggas talk shit, ain’t gon never be found

Counting it up and I’m losing the count

Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act I’ma down

Strappin it up with a whole hundred rounds

Sackin it up, ain’t no fucking around

We get that guap, ain’t no fucking around

Ice overload, this ain’t regular ice

Hop on a private, ain’t regular flights

Smash on your hoe, this is everyday life

I filled the safe up from cooking the white

Fall out the pyrex, the cake and the bowl

Used to the fame, ya’ll ain’t taking my soul

Came in the game, I was hot as a stove

Pour out some lean, I’m trynna let it go

Rocking Celine from her head to her toe

Fur on her back, in the summer she cold

VVs gon' light up and glisten, they glow

Blinding your eyesight, you never gon' see

Came out the 6, damn, my diamonds on fleek

I made a mill in the middle of the week

I sell a chicken in the middle of the street

When I drop a tape the murder rate increase

Fuck all that poppin, ' I stay with some bands

Shawty so yellow, she stay with a tan

Diamonds on me, got some rocks on my hand

Fuck the police, gotta stay with the can

I drop the top off a regular Wraith

Shawty on Perc, this a drug addict date

I got the torch, I can’t give it away

Ain’t no remorse, you get hit in the face

Check out the way I be glistening yah

Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah

Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah

Fill up a safe, I’m more realer than y’all

Fuck my new case, I’m more realer than y’all

Ace by the case, I’m more realer than y’all

Sleep with the K, I’m more realer than y’all

A regular day, I’m more chiller than y’all

Diamonds on freeze, ain’t gon never thaw out

Niggas talk shit, ain’t gon never be found

Counting it up and I’m losing the count

Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act I’ma down

Strappin it up with a whole hundred rounds

Sackin it up, ain’t no fucking around

We get that guap, ain’t no fucking around

Four-door Bugatti, you mention a G

Brand new Millennium, might hit the streets

I stacked it up, get to having a feast

I racked it up like Serena with me

Like it’s Venus with me

Got the Nina with me

We screaming 'Freebandz, ' this money ain’t free

I cook it up, I’ma cook up a key

When I cook up a key, I’ma charge you a fee

I did it first, it ain’t none but a trend

Swerve on a curb, it ain’t none but a Benz

I was on 2 two then I took it to 10

Keep in one thou, rep the gang in the pen'

Shoot at the police, ain’t coming back home

Down for my crew if they right or they’re wrong

Get to that money, that’s all I condone

Shoot at your top, you ain’t fucking with homes

We hit the block, had a bag full of stones

Jugged off a bale before I made a song

They ain’t gon' tell you how I got it on

I’m not a failure, I’m deep in my zone

Paraphernalia, I serve you a chrome

Super exclusive when I put it on

We getting zooted where I’m coming from

Toasting that lean like it’s Dom Perignon

Check out the way I be glistening yah

Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah

Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah

Fill up a safe, I’m more realer than yah

Fuck my new case, I’m more realer than yah

Ace by the case, I’m more realer than yah

Sleep with the K, I’m more realer than yah

A regular day, I’m more chiller than yah

Diamonds on freeze, ain’t gon never throw out

Niggas talk shit, ain’t gon never be found

Counting it up and I’m losing the count

Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act I’ma down

Strappin it up with a whole hundred rounds

Sackin it up, ain’t no fucking around

We get that guap, ain’t no fucking around

(Yeah) Young rich nigga

Fucking bad bitches

That’s all I know (that's all I know)

It’s sad to say that