Explore the raw and intense verses of 'Real Life', where themes of betrayal, street life, and survival intersect. This powerful track captures the essence of living on the edge, exploring the highs and lows of a tumultuous existence.
Verse 1:
Fucking whore, I kicked in the door
Got my mind on a mission, there ain't no time to ignore
Thought he was slick, like he John Wick
But I ain't even trip, never catch me in a flick
Chorus:
Got the grip with the mount, blew his chest and back
In this life of mine, there’s no room for slack
On this road I'm on, survival's the only game
When the stakes are high, I ain’t playin' for fame
Verse 2:
Eyes stay cold, heart's made of stone
In the jungle we roam, always ready to own
Thoughts of revenge, they linger and twist
One wrong move, and you cease to exist
Chorus:
Got the grip with the mount, blew his chest and back
In this life of mine, there’s no room for slack
On this road I'm on, survival's the only game
When the stakes are high, I ain’t playin' for fame
Bridge:
Whispers in the dark, they say keep your friends close
But enemies closer, that’s how I cope the most
Trust is a luxury, I can’t afford that
In this game of life, I’m always staying strapped
Outro:
Fucking whore, I kicked in the door
In this chaotic scene, I’m forever hardcore
Thought he was brave, thought he could win
But in the end, it’s my world, let the games begin.
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Fucking whore , I kicked in the door n thot nigga dog , he think quic like he jon wick , but I ain't even trip , got the grip with the mount blew his chess an back !
Drake