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Real Spill

Real Spill

Lil Baby

Lyrics

(Only love could bring us)

(Bring us to this bitter plane)

I know that I'm beneficial, I can't show no feelings, Bentley windows tinted

Nowadays ain't no time for me to kick it, business too intensive

They gon' say that I been actin' different, I'm beyond they mental

I moved on from slangin' drugs and pistols, can't be thinkin' simple

Tightened up my circle, someone in the camp been leakin' info

The Maybach triple black, the shit relaxin', feel like I'm in a limo

I pull through the hood to let 'em see, I let down all the windows

I know I'm the motivation, they see me, they see a hero

Lot of niggas rich, but it hit different when you come from zero

They know I bang C's but every day I need a different B roll

Super superstitious, ask my niggas, I still pick up pennies

You can't give attention to these bitches when your name get mentioned

If I don't kill him, he gon' be in critical condition when I'm finished with him

Some shit just can't faze you when you been that nigga

Brodie died, that shit had me all sentimental

Cuz got life in jail, I pray to God they overturn his sentence

I got too much money for my mom to work a job, I know she proud now

Sensei to these bitches, when they see me, they gon' bow down

I made real niggas win again, we back in style now

And I got that blicky for that rah-rah

I go to the dealership with checks soon as the car drop

My new house got slidin' glass doors, don't got no doorknobs

I'm in charge, I'm always gon' go hard, you just do your part

And no matter what, know if you get up, then you lose your spot

You can say whatever but if I change it's for the better

That shit was painful but I ain't let up, I left a stain in the ghetto

Been inside the mix since a lil' jit, got my name from the ghetto

But I'm bigger now I can go to dinner with Corey Gamble and Miss Jenner now

Couple hundred grand up on the 'Gram before it went in style

They'll call me like, "Take it down," I been the one

Bossed up, I don't gotta do it, but I'ma get her done

I man up and handle my problems when I can easily run

Easy come, easy go, sell it all, get some more

We done made it to another year, I'm swappin' out my cars again

Everything is the latest, can't complain 'cause I made it

Who am I gon' judge? I don't never hold nuts, I don't never hold grudges

Went to Miami for a concert, hit Chanel store for my baby

I spent three hundred on a Mercedes, if I keep goin', I'll be the greatest

I bust out cryin' and I wasn't sad, it's just a little feelin' you get when you make it

I done tried, tried, tried and tried and tried again, I can't even fake it, yeah

I got too much money for my mom to work a job, I know she proud now

Sensei to these bitches, when they see me, they gon' bow down

I made real niggas win again, we back in style now

And I got that blicky for that rah-rah

I go to the dealership with checks soon as the car drop

My new house got slidin' glass doors, don't got no doorknobs

I'm in charge, I'm always gon' go hard, you just do your part

And no matter what, know if you get up, then you lose your spot

Only one of us

Who's gonna walk away?

Here in the deep below

That only darkness really knows

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