Shorty Mac - Stay Real Lyrics

Stay real with me and leave that bull shit in the past don't play wit me
I can turn the tables fast where da real
Homies All these fake people sad why you stare homie
Causs my pants r full of cash
You talking but you don't want the pressure why you ain't pulling up
You want me dead cause you hate seeing me
Blowing up I dropped a bag now my f*cking wrist is glowing up
I'm Up next tellYour friends to go n vote for us
I'm chilling In my city these haters be super silly
I just coped a grand bouta turned that band into a Millie every
Time I Drink I love to smoke and pop some pillysMolly got me sweating
So my bones are feeling chilly Mamma
They be hating cause I'm on My way to greatness yeah
I'm almost at the top ma I promise imma make it yeah I'm
Really bout this life I had a dream so imma Chase it
They labeled me an icon so I gottt go ebrace itFrom the street in
The valley didn't think this shit would happen King status
When I'm rapping eating wit Louie Vuitton napkins get
A bag give it back that's my f*cking passion
Every body eating my whole team stay stackin Stay real wit me and
Leave that bull shit in the past don't play wit me
I can turn the tables fast where da real homies All these fake
People sad why you stare homie Cause my pants r full a cash
My body feeling numb from these pills
That I be taking addd a lil Henny love they way my body shaking in the
F*cking stu bitch look what I've created f*ck a 9 to 5
I'm in the booth until make i got these tats on my body lil
Shawty love the way they look she said i get her wet
When I rap then I sing my hook she all about my drip I'm a
King abouta get you shook everything a hit I'm the shit what the f*ck is good
I spend a lot of time wit my haters I'm they best friend always
They mind cause they love the way I trend set
Smoking big dope you still feening smoking reasin you a fake e G
I'm talking shit so get to pressing
I'm coming back cause you whack talking shit watch yo back in the trap
Flipping pack get that money spend back in
The cut keep a gat name is good they lovin' Mac
Different city's back to back play my cards no booster packs
Keep f*cking around keep f*cking around
Keep f*cking around n get smoked taking all that good shit bitch im
Bouta cop a ghost You said I couldn't make it
Now you trynna be my bro you love the way I'm living I will never
Sell my soul Body full of diamonds and my heart is made of gold moved to west
Now I'm living on my own
Trapping out the Whip just to cop vlone on to bigger shit Yung jit but feel grown