PHANTM.

[Chorus: Armani White] That's too real Been runnin' 'round with my day ones, that's too real Higher to talk y'all self 'bout me, that's how y'all feel I came from Westside and got rich, I feel like Will, huh [Bridge: Armani White] But that's too real, huh But that's too real, huh [Verse 1: Armani White] I handle dues and I just paid off all y'all bill, yeah I done spent too many years been called my pop, I swear And I ain't tryna do it like him, but it's all I sow, this all y'all fault When I gets pissed off, can't talk And I did favors on favors on favors, I'm feelin' like this all y'all want Feelin' like this all y'all want Hop in the truck, I see Maybe it's time, maybe it's tweets Maybe it's high, maybe it's tea Maybe I don't even think that I'm bein' for real [Chorus: Armani White] That's too real (That's too real) I was runnin' 'round with my day ones, that's too real (That's too rеal) You see the tears run down my face, that's how I feel (That's how I feel) I see, and look at all thе things I said I knew'd come true (Oh, ah) [Verse 2: Armani White] I don't waste time bein' patient now, I'm a Philly nigga And my shiesty off, fuck it, I'll take the fire I been locked up, got somethin' more great in mind It took one single fire just to break the line They be plottin' my losses, just takin' time Yeah, some for the birds and there's some for the better Someone's for moments and someone's forever But all these years started runnin' together, for real Now it's shots thrown back, that's how you feel Blame me for the shit you did, that's how you heal Don't worry 'bout waitin' for me then 'Cause I'll let you live in your glory then, yeah But here go my part of the story, though Ayy, lightskin, low tits don't fade Trips don't last, crib, no space Grab my coupe (One, two, three) Grandma pray, grandpa's grave My bills cover, everybody's straight I'm okay with being not okay, fuck Back on the long flight If I pass the freak, then it was alright I see Cabbage Street and hit a hard right Hit that do not disturb when I call twice, like, fuck Pull up like nobody does it Chevy, still drive it like nobody touched it Lost all my fan to a fire, uh Niggas don't know me, I'm nobody cousin If I got a boot, I might pop out in Willy Text I'm a fuck boy, then I got Achilles Wannabe Will, then shout out to Billy But I just left Bel-Air and shout out to Philly, I'm gone For real, bitch, I run it up Did at least sixteen number ones Turnt up, bitch, I ain't done enough Top ten shit, just sum it up My prices start jumpin' up Knew if I lose, they'd come back, man, but fuck all that dappin' I'm back, niggas, I been the ghost y'all been runnin' from [Verse 3: T-Pain] Everybody can't go, yeah, yeah Sometimes the money changes people around you the most You can't help nobody that don't want no help, no If I call you fake in your face, then that's too real I done went numb to the bullshit, that's just how I feel For cryin' out loud, I am not allowed to cry out loud (Oh) I just wanna make y'all proud and y'all just say, "Fuck out my feelings" [Verse 4: Armani White] I fucked up my feelings, my mom said I'm healin' But I still can't feel it, I still can't find light when I'm with ya Can't cry folks out the picture, can't tell bros that I miss ya It was never 'posed to be official, it's too real, real Even my family talk to me like I'm not real Like here's my bills, like let me die, like where's my will? Where's my deal? Like where's my mils? Why can't I chill? No, that's too real, mm, that's too real, for real [Outro: Armani White] None of my friends was there when Q got killed None of my friends was there when Qua got killed Ain't none of my friends was there when— got killed