[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Real life, man, wonder what it feel like
Whole life spent livin' someone else life
What life like if I was born
As Mark Wahlberg in the Desert Storm
With a record deal and some braces on me?
We a boyband, face it homie
And these boys all chasin', homie
I'm tryna make a dozen films
[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]
I'm makin' peace with all my demons 'fore I clock out
It never comes as we perceive it 'til we drop out
I'm too big to burn a bridge that I should stomp out
I got a vision, I ain't quittin' 'til I'm crossed out
And even then, I still be screamin' from the nosebleeds
To let 'em know I never let the depression own me
You couldn't even hold a candle to the old me
So what I look like letting you try to control me?
I'm on a mission to reclaim the times that broke me
The life I took is not the one that fuckin' chose me
And I ain't goin' back, I'm ridin' in the sunset
I'm pacin' between self-awareness and civil unrest
I'm everything, I side with every label seems to suggest
My fate is pre-determined, I'm for certain that's my success
[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I got everything I want, now I want somethin' else
I try to fill the void, pulled the Bible off the shelf
Ashes on my sheets, I find it hard to sleep
I got lil' problems, I know y'all sick of hearin'
I think I'm missin' somethin', but I can't think of nothin'
(That's, that's, that's it)
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Real life, man, wonder what it feel like
Whole life spent livin' someone else life
What life like if I was born
As Mark Wahlberg in the Desert Storm
With a record deal and some braces on me?
We a boyband, face it homie
And these boys all chasin', homie
I'm tryna make a dozen films
[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
In the back, in the back
Make it to Jerusalem with my fam' in the back
In the back, in the back
The haters still infragrant but that payback is exact
House packed to the max
Niggas in the kitchen, niggas in the back
Nothing in my fridge, but my hunger is in that
Niggas havin' visions, layin' it on tracks
Shit been South Central, niggas in the back
In the back
When I make it, I'ma-
[Verse 4: Matt Champion]
I would do it in the dungeon, I barely function
I would do it in the dungeon, just barely function, picking sh-
I would do it from the dungeon, could barely function
Pickin' strawberry with my aunty, with the orange seeds
With the lawn seats, above-ground pool in the backyard
With the bare pup, with the bad luck
See that weight on me, takes a while 'fore that pay, homie, dead homies
