Dom Corleo - Real lyrics

I'm so real
I got some real swag, right over here
I'm doin' real, out in rodeo
Why the fuck they pocket watchin'
Keep it clear

I got a pocket rocket, yeah
I keep it right on me
And she keep it in her Birkin
I keep it on me when I'm servin'
I keep tucked up in a Hermes
Get her rich as fuck, I need a servant
I would prolly have a stick on me but
But I ain't talkin' 'bout Celine
Talkin' 'bout the Vivienne
You can catch me in a Lamborghini
Eatin' shrimp and fettuccine
With this Undercover on my jean
I'm just livin' on all of my dreams
'Cause back whеn I was in high school
Couldn't get my hand up on a thing
And I started sippin' lean
But I took my hands off of thе lean
And I put my hands up on the money
And I fell in love with everything
Fell in love with the wrong way
I see myself up on a scene
Like, oh yeah, that's what I wanna do
And I'm doin' everything
(And it took a long fuckin' time to get here)
(No cap when I say that shit)
(Livin' my testimony, Huh)

Big money shit on the big money cash
I want big money too
Big money shit, I just flew to Atlanta
I hopped out a jet with a pint and the goop
Big money shit
I just sparked my blunt in the
Back of this truck with a
I'm goin' to take like anything you done did
Do this shit better than you
I know I get heavier than you, but yeah
It be light to me fuckin' these hoes, it me
And cut off quick 'cause she lied to me
Everything I do is fye, forreal
Don't go nowhere without my fye, forreal
Play wit' me and the it's blood, can spill
Play wit' me and yo' head, spill

I'm so real
I got some real swag, right over here
I'm doin' real, out in rodeo
Why the fuck they pocket watchin'
Keep it clear

(Keep it on me when I'm servin')
(Rich as fuck, I need a servant)