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mia ghost - real life lyrics

[intro]
(jxckk just want a drink)
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[verse 1: mia ghost]
n+ggas better calm the f+ck down, bro ’bout ready to crash
sh+t happened, then it happened, ain’t no leave it in the past
i don’t be with no teachers, so you won’t even get a pass
f+ck a tag in a post, we tryna see where n+ggas at
in a striker ridin’ with some sh+t’ll leave a n+gga scat
ironic they don’t come direct but i still peep how n+ggas act
give a f+ck, b+tch, i’ll turn a fake tweaker to a pack
talkin’ all that tough sh+t, they better leave it in them raps

[verse 2: grindhard e]
play with me and gamble with your life, you gon’ end up throwin’ cr+ps
took off and passеd a lot of n+ggas, it feel like we runnin’ laps
a lot of n+ggas fakin’ on thesе apps ’cause they ain’t livin’ what they rap
in real life, n+ggas know that we’ll pull up where they at
f+ck the trunk, i’m ridin’ round with the mini on my lap
sh+t talkin’, we done put the whole city on the map
indecent exposure, ridin’ around with a titty in a strap

[verse 3: mia ghost & grindhard e]
in real life, n+ggas tell, talk, and do sh+t for the clout
send a drop, get dropped, we ain’t gon’ do sh+t to your house
n+ggas run when it’s smoke and don’t do sh+t but run they mouth
put this big b+tch on him, make the b+tch inside him come up out
[verse 4: mia ghost]
n+ggas real+life sweet, i don’t even let ’em come around
n+ggas tryna beef but hammed out, how the f+ck that sound?
can’t be slippin’ in that water ’cause that’s how you f+ckin’ drown
f+ck a bet it all, for the camp, i’ll double down

[verse 5: grindhard e]
every time i get the bag, get it gone, re+up, and double up
get a pint, bust it down, grab a pop and double cup
i don’t do no handouts, you better pull up with enough
every time i put my hand out, it seem like they f+ck it up
got a hundred on me with a hundred on me, please don’t try your luck
try to run up, you gon’ get ran down tryna call my bluff
buff n+gga almost got popped tryna act too tough
tryna box, f+ck around, be in a box, try to fight with us

[verse 6: mia ghost]
let a n+gga move on, we gon’ pack him up
motherf+ckers move like terry crews, all that actin’ tough
goofy must be runnin’ out of storage, he can’t back it up
how the f+ck is your mans a b+tch? it ain’t addin’ up
n+gga doin’ all the rappin’ ’til we wrap him up
tryin’ so hard to be hard, i be crackin’ up
how the f+ck it’s up if you ain’t up it when you had the ups?
play stupid and get your ass smoked, ain’t gotta grab a blunt

- mia ghost lyrics

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