Real Shit (Explicit)
Lil Baby"Real Shit (Explicit)" is a song by Lil Baby, released in 2025 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:28 long and contains 81 lines and 505 words.
Lyrics
0:24Really Atlanta I'm from a zone
0:26Right up the street from the Dome
0:27I'm from the 4
0:28Came up gettin' our hustle on
0:29Living legend off of strong
0:31Bro still sellin' bricks can't knock his hustle
0:32Shit to each his own
0:34Lot of fake love they only call you when they need a loan
0:36Bro in the box ready to come home
0:38For now he livin' through a phone
0:39Free the bro
0:40Told me he ain't worried 'bout no nigga unless he can fly a drone
0:43Know them young niggas look up to me so I can't lead 'em on
0:46Watchin' what I talk about I'm the leader so I can't tell 'em wrong
0:49Young crew they break in cars
0:50Strikers
0:51Jack boys they still robbin'
0:52G Dawg dem been gone for damn near a dub and they steady mobbin'
0:55Shit wasn't always great I had to wait I stayed down for my come-up
0:58Every day I'm paper chasin' my bank account need another comma
1:01Tryna stay away from the drama
1:03Never runnin' from my karma
1:04Anything I did I stand behind it Momma raised a G
1:07What they talkin' 'bout?
1:07Coward is something I'll never be
1:09Hellcat spinnin' up the street
1:10Trackhawk Bulletproof the Jeep
1:12None of this shit ain't come with ease
1:13My bitch told me she won't never leave
1:15Now she on another team
1:16Saw my pain it made me T'd
1:18Never been a one to grieve
1:20Naked bitches on my feed
1:21I'on like her unless she mean
1:22Trust issues I'on fuck with people
1:24Blame it on the shit I seen
1:25I seen it all
1:26Had Fannie watching my food savings while she was pregnant with dude baby
1:29Real shit
1:30But it wasn't no food saving
1:31Whole lotta green shit
1:32Tryna shake my demons
1:34Keep callin' the lean man
1:36Keep rollin' this weed up
1:37I been through some real shit
1:38Come home to the lights off
1:40Furniture in the front yard
1:41Eviction
1:42Had to stay in hotels
1:43Daddy wasn't nowhere around
1:45My momma a real gangster
1:46She held it together
1:47She did
1:48No matter the circumstance yeah
1:50Superstar fill up the stands
1:52Goin' for it when I get the chance
1:53Dog shit stay in my pants
1:55In my hand
1:55In my bag
1:56I still got my first advance
1:58Showin' bro how to buy some land
1:59We gotta make this money last
2:01Hate you let them niggas gas you
2:02Gettin' rich while I duck the task force
2:04What more can a nigga ask for?
2:05I'm blessed
2:06Belt to ass we really tap shit
2:07Majority of these niggas cappin'
2:08Really put it down on Plaza
2:10Really put it down on Bridges
2:11Really put it down on Sparks
2:13'Round my way I'm a living legend
2:14ROTC bronem steppin'
2:16All the secrets I done kept 'em
2:18Where them bags at? I'll go get 'em
2:19Bring 'em back let bronem sell 'em
2:21Every day I'm fightin' the devil
2:22Put that lil' bitch on a pedestal
2:24Won't do it again never
2:25Shit gettin' real I'm movin' careful
2:28Yeah
Really Atlanta I'm from a zone Right up the street from the Dome I'm from the 4 Came up gettin' our hustle on Living legend off of strong Bro still sellin' bricks can't knock his hustle Shit 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 livin' through a phone Free the bro Told me he ain't worried 'bout no nigga unless he can fly a drone Know them young niggas look up to me so I can't lead 'em on Watchin' 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 robbin' G Dawg dem been gone for damn near a dub and they steady mobbin' Shit wasn't always great I had to wait I stayed down for my come-up Every day I'm paper chasin' my bank account need another comma Tryna stay away from the drama Never runnin' from my karma Anything I did I stand behind it Momma raised a G What they talkin' 'bout? Coward is something I'll never be Hellcat spinnin' up the street Trackhawk Bulletproof the Jeep None of this shit ain't come with ease My bitch 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 Naked bitches on my feed I'on like her unless she mean Trust issues I'on fuck with people Blame it on the shit I seen I seen it all Had Fannie watching my food savings while she was pregnant with dude baby Real shit But it wasn't no food saving Whole lotta green shit Tryna shake my demons Keep callin' the lean man Keep rollin' this weed up I been through some real shit 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 Goin' for it when I get the chance Dog shit stay in my pants In my hand In my bag I still got my first advance Showin' bro how to buy some land We gotta make this money last Hate you let them niggas gas you Gettin' rich while I duck the task force What more can a nigga ask for? I'm blessed Belt to ass we really tap shit Majority of these niggas cappin' Really put it down on Plaza Really put it down on Bridges Really put it down on Sparks 'Round my way I'm a living legend ROTC bronem steppin' All the secrets I done kept 'em Where them bags at? I'll go get 'em Bring 'em back let bronem sell 'em Every day I'm fightin' the devil Put that lil' bitch on a pedestal Won't do it again never Shit gettin' real I'm movin' careful Yeah
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