Babyface Ray – Real lyrics

[Intro]
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(x4)

[Verse 1]
Why  you bring her to the club if she can't ride with us?
Why you callin' all yo friends? You excited huh?
Fuck a tape, promote the bag? Whats the price on them?
On  a Delta plane sippin' I got pints in there
Get  that motherfuckin' money that's my type of shit
I'll open up the spot and work the shift
Nigga  get it out the mud, I was cursed with this
Tryna take that dirty money and just go legit
Really I been going light, It get worse than this
In that Palm Angels V it was worth the zip
Glizzy  for you thirsty niggas, I'll squirt the clip
Watch me stand up on the peddle tryna burn the strip
I can have that bag on from the first to fifth
I got Louis on my hip, I got Gucci on my brim
I just popped 2 rp's I'm tryna murk the bitch
I got groupies on my dick, its a movie when I'm there

[Hook]
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(x4)

[Verse 2]
I wear Louis til the 9th grade, my first day
Being middleman and made a hunnid my first play
Ran it up and blowin' cake, my birthday
Forever on but I'm never off, but my shirt say it
What bag you in, how you tryna play it?
I ain't gotta say it
It ain't that
I'ont wanna talk, money conversations
I got hunnids on my mind, I got bitches in rotation
Just brought you for the sack, she think we goin' on vacation
You can be a witness, look you can see greatness
Unc 1's with the Off-White laces
Can't be too much, I'm in love with blue faces
For a blue run, we ran it up off blue pages

[Outro]
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(x4)