Real Shit Lyrics – Lil Baby

Read the full Real Shit lyrics by Lil Baby along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Baby’s music, you can also explore Middle Of The Summer and Let’s Do It, two other songs by Lil Baby.

[Verse]
Real Atlanta, I’m from a zone, right up the street from the dome (I’m from the 4)
Came up getting our hustle on, living legend off of strong
Bro still selling bricks, can’t knock his hustle, s*it to each his own
Lot of fake love, they only call you when they need a loan
Bro in the box ready to come home, for now he living through a phone (Free the bro)
Told me he ain’t worried ’bout no n!gga unless he can fly a drone
Know them young n!ggas look up to me so I can’t lead ’em on
Watching what I talk about, I’m the leader, so I can’t tell ’em wrong
Young crew they break in cars (Strikers), jack boys they still robbing
G Dawg ‘dem been gone for damn near a dub and they steady mobbing
S*it wasn’t always great, I had to wait, I stayed down for my come up
Everyday I’m paper chasing, my bank account need another comma
Tryna stay away from the drama, never running from my karma
Anything I did, I stand behind it, momma raised a G
Coward is something I’ll never be, Hellcat spinning up the street
Trackhawk bulletproof the Jeep, none of this s*it ain’t come with ease
My b!tch told me, she won’t never leave, now she on another team
Saw my pain, it made me t’d, never been a one to grieve (No)
Naked b!tches on my feed, I’on like her unless she mean
Trust issues, I’on fu*k with people (I can’t), blame it on the s*it I seen (I seen it all)
Had Fannie watching my food savings while she was pregnant with dude baby
But it wasn’t no food saving, whole lotta green s*it
Tryna shake my demons, keep calling the lean man
Keep rolling this weed up, I been through some real s*it
Come home to the lights off, furniture in the front yard (Eviction)
Had to stay in hotels, daddy wasn’t nowhere around
My momma a real gangster, she held it together (She did), no matter the circumstance, yeah
Superstar, fill up the stands, going for it when I get the chance
Dog s*it stay in my pants, in my hand, in my bag
I still got my first advance, showing bro how to buy some land
We gotta make this money last, hate you let them n!ggas gas you
Get rich while I duck the task force, what more can a n!gga ask for?
Belt to ass, we really tap s*it, majority of these n!ggas capping
Really put it down on Plaza, really put in down on Bridges
Really put it down on Sparks, ’round my way, I’m a living legend
ROTC, bro, them stepping, all the secrets I done kept ’em

Where them bags at, I’ll go get ’em, bring ’em back, let brodem sell ’em
Everyday I’m fighting the devil, put that lil’ b!tch on a pedestal
Won’t do it again, never, s*it getting real, I’m moving careful
Yeah