Cloud Dior - Real as it gets Lyrics

Frequently asked questions are all meant to help the inhabitants of the future
Always think about hoping for that true happiness from the present
Young people need to expect something sad, but there's nothing that can't be seen
I'm tired of being broke, I think it's time I get to work

Lil Dior's getting harder, now he charging for a verse
Just bought a pound of green, told my trappers get to work
Just give me that lil bread, I swear to God you will be served
Now you trying beef with Gang, go tell his mama that I'm sorry for her loss

We all could get this money, tell me why yall beefing for
Got some crackers on my line, tell him I don't serve no snow
Ayy, all this killing I don't like it, got me feeling like I'm next
It's getting dark outside, ain't gonna lie lil Dior's scared

They know Dior he a server, I be walking with a scale
Don't need no diamonds on my neck, I get real as it get
Got to change my way of thinking, cause these streets don't play fair
How you riding with the niggas that don't want to see you win

Nigga I'm real to the bone, to my enemies and my friends
I need drugs in my body, man I hate it when I'm sober
Girl I hate it when I drink, cause I be thinking about you
Girl I don't like it when you leave, cause I be missing you

For some reason I be scared, don't want to lose you
Girl I think we got to fix it, all them loose screws
If you keep acting like you acting, you gon' lose me
And trust me baby, you don't ever want to lose me

I'm outside showing love, but they playing me
Before these bitches turn my heart cold, come and save me
I'm tired of being broke, I think it's time I get to work
Lil Dior's getting harder, now he charging for a verse

Just bought a pound of green, told my trappers get to work
Just give me that lil bread, I swear to God you will be served
Now you trying to beef with Gang, go tell his mama that I'm sorry for her loss
We all could get this money, tell me why yall beefing for

Got some crackers on my line, tell him I don't serve no smoke
Ayy, give me my flowers now, I wait until I'm dead
Tell me that you love me, don't wait till I'm laying flat
Niggas know I'm hard, they say I got potential

Smoking in the Kia, even though that shit a rental
We did this shit before, why do it again
You say that I be cheating, show me that you're right
Why you cussing me? No, I don't wanna fight

Girl, you piss me off, I'm having lonely drives
I'm smoking on the road, you got me thinking hard
Bitch, you stress me out, yeah
Yeah, I don't wanna do this shit no more

Girl, I'm tapping out, I'm tapping out, girl, I'm tapping out
Oh, you don't think I'll kill you niggas, just give me a reason
On the highway smoking gas, plus I'm bold fishing
Tired riding dirty, now I'm trying to keep it clean

Got caught with weed a few times, but they ain't never charge me
Oh, I can see it in they eyes, they don't like me
Fool me once, baby, you won't fool me twice
At this point, I don't even give a f*ck no more

It's whatever you like, it ain't you
It's whatever you like, you know
It's whatever you like, it's whatever you know
Whatever you wanna do

Whatever you wanna do, you know
I stopped giving a f*ck a long time ago
You don't even realize
I'm tired of being broke, I think it's time I get to work

Lil Dior's getting harder, now he charging for a verse
Just bought a pound of green, told my trappers get to work
Just give me that lil bread, I swear to God you will be served
Now he trying to beef with gang, go tell his mama that I'm sorry for her loss