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letra de real or fake - yeat

you know i give it what i got
i been on the pills a lot
tryna tell what’s real or not
every time i take one step from you, you act like it’s a lot
every time i take somethin from you, you act like i ain’t buy it

i have so much d-mn ecstasy
i ain’t buy it no more
asked me if you love the world or me, i said i tried it
yeah lil boy we don’t be on delta no more, we flyin private
took so many of these drugs i don’t feel no more, ion cry
i don’t wanna hear bout no sob story, i won’t hear it
they sayin that they close to us but, they not near us
when my demons start tellin the truth to me i get so fearless
she asked me what country we goin to next? i said the nearest
i was broke i ain’t had no mud in my t–th, f-cked up i need veneers
matter of fact i need that flawless vs1, the heavy ears
the music they makin is really so ass it’s really so cap i ain’t even wanna hear it (shh!)
i crashed my trackhawk, i thought it was a tesla i wasn’t even steering
what the f-ck is you tellin me right now? i don’t care. what am i hearing? (aye)
she got the chrome heart rings in her ear, really a piercing

pink drugs she got pink pills she got pink feelings
i can’t feel no more cause i been takin pain k!llers
i don’t even wanna talk about who real, but i’m the realest
b-tch gon eat this hotdog without no relish
and the reason i don’t feel like signing no deal, it’s always some malice
i cannot talk bout the face, my twizzy gon cut up they melons
we come from the same wave, how you mad? how you hatin? how you jealous? (how the f-ck is you jealous)
yeah i bought a crib out in la
yeah i been to ellis (brrr)
i can’t even talk about the money i make cause i know they be tellin (shh)
and these b-tches they crazy, they sniffin them lines of the white, yeah the ellen, (ellen)
yeah, my brother get locked up in jail i told him i’d bail him (told him i’d)
i’m on alotta this sh-t, like the wok i been snail em (yeah slow)
i got a lotta designer gon flex on em
i’m blind to all of the bullsh-t, i’m helen keller
what the f-ck is you tellin me?
how the f-ck is you smellin me?

yeah i done been shippin this gas, i been shippin the celery (yeah)
when they found a lil bit, gotta spread it out everytime like there’s people who smellin me (yeah)
they tryna talk they sh-t out here but i know they irrelevant

i don’t wanna hear bout no sob story, i won’t hear it
they sayin that they close to us but, they not near us
when my demons start tellin the truth to me i get so fearless
she asked me what country we goin to next? i said the nearest
i was broke i ain’t had no mud in my t–th, f-cked up i need veneers
matter of fact i need that flawless vs1, the heavy ears
the music they makin is really so ass no cap i ain’t even wanna hear it
i crashed my trackhawk, thought it was a tesla i wasn’t even steering
what the f-ck is you tellin me right now? i don’t care. what am i hearing? (aye)
she got the chrome heart rings in her ear, really a piercing

pink drugs she got pink pills she got pink feelings
i can’t feel no more cause i been takin pain k!llers

- yeat

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