PHANTM.

That's too real

Been runnin' 'round with my day ones, that's too real

Higher to talk y'all self 'bout me, that's how y'all feel

I came from Westside and got rich, I feel like Will, huh

But that's too real, yeah

But that's too real, oh

I handle dues and I just paid off all y'all bill, yeah

I done spent too many years been called my pop, I swear

And I ain't tryna do it like him, but it's all I saw, this all y'all fault

When I gets pissed off, can't talk

And I did favors on favors on favors, I'm feelin' like this all y'all want

Feelin' like this all y'all want

Hop in the truck, I see

Maybe it's time, maybe it's tweets

Maybe it's hot, maybe it's tea

Maybe I don't even think that I'm bein' for real

That's too real (that's too real)

I was runnin' 'round with my day ones, that's too real (that's too real)

You see the tears run down my face, that's how I feel (that's how I feel)

I see, and look at all the things I said I'd do come true (oh, ah)

I don't waste time bein' patient now, I'm a Philly nigga

And my shiesty off, fuck it, I'll take the fire

I been locked up, got somethin' more great in mind

It took one single fire just to break the line

They be plottin' my losses, just takin' time

Yeah, some for the birds and there's some for the better

Someone's for moments and someone's forever

But all these years started runnin' together, for real

Now it's shots thrown back, that's how you feel

Blame me for the shit you did, that's how you heal

Don't worry 'bout waitin' for me then

'Cause I'll let you live in your glory then, yeah

But here go my part of the story, though

Ayy, lightskin, low tints don't fade

Trips don't last, crib, no space

Grab my coupe (one, two, three)

Grandma pray, grandpa's grave

My bills covered, everybody's straight

I'm okay with being not okay, fuck

Back on the long flight

If I pass the freak, then it was alright

I see Cabbage Street and hit a hard right

Hit that do not disturb when I call twice, like, fuck

Pull up like nobody does it

Chevy, still drive it like nobody touched it

Lost all my fan to a fire, uh

Niggas don't know me, I'm nobody cousin (yes)

Bike got a boot, I might pop out and wheelie

Text I'm a fuck boy, then I got Achilles

Wannabe Will, then shout out to Billy

But I just left Bel-Air and shout out to Philly, I'm gone

For real, bitch, I run it up

Did at least sixteen number ones

Turnt up, bitch, I ain't done enough

Top ten shit, just sum it up

My prices start jumpin' up

Knew if I lose, they'd come back, man, but fuck all that dappin'

I'm back, niggas, I been the ghost y'all been runnin' from

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Everybody can't go, yeah, yeah

Sometimes the money changes people around you the most

You can't help nobody that don't want no help, no

If I call you fake in your face, then that's too real

I done went numb to the bullshit, that's just how I feel

For cryin' out loud, I am not allowed to cry out loud (oh)

I just wanna make y'all proud and y'all just say, "Fuck out my feelings"

I fucked up my feelings, my mom said I'm healin'

But I still can't feel it, I still can't find light when I'm with ya

Can't cropped folks out the picture, can't tell bros that I miss ya

It was never 'posed to be official, it's too real, real

Even my family talk to me like I'm not real

Like here's my bills, like let me die, like where's my will?

Where's my deal? Like where's my mils? Why can't I chill?

No, that's too real, mh, that's too real, for real

None of my friends was there when Q got killed

None of my friends was there when Quad got killed

Ain't none of my friends was there when- got killed