Mo Reala

[Intro: Future] Zaytoven (Oh) Super You can feel the pain on a young nigga, you hear me? Future Hendrix (Oh), I'm outta here Yeah, young rich nigga, fuckin' bad bitches, that's all I know (That's all I know) What up? (It's sad to say that, haha) Hendrix (Oh) This couldn't be love, man, this couldn't be love, gang [Chorus: Future] Check out the way I be glistenin', yeah Four-door Bugatti, you mention me, yeah Diamonds they drapped in my portfolio Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than y'all Fuck my new case, I'm more realer than y'all Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all Sleep with the 'K, I'm more realer than y'all A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon never thaw out Niggas talk shit, ain't gon never be found Countin' it up and I'm losin' the count Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act' I'ma down Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds Sackin' it up, ain't no fuckin' around We get that guap, ain't no fuckin' around [Verse 1: Future] Ice overload, this ain't regular ice Hop on a private, ain't regular flights Smash on your hoe, this is everyday life I filled the safe up from cookin' the white Fall out the pyrex, the cake and the bowl Used to the fame, ya'll ain't taking my soul Came in the game, I was hot as a stove Pour out some lean, I'm trynna let it go Rockin' Celine from her head to her toe Fur on her back, in the summer she cold VVs gon' light up and glisten, they glow Blinding your eyesight, you never gon' see Came out the 6, damn, my diamonds on fleek I made a mil' in the middle of the week I sell a chicken in the middle of the street When I drop a tape the murder rate increase Fuck all that poppin,' I stay with some bands Shawty so yellow, she stay with a tan Diamonds on me, got some rocks on my hand Fuck the police, gotta stay with the can I drop the top off a regular Wraith Shawty on Perc, this a drug addict date I got the torch, I can't give it away Ain't no remorse, you get hit in the face [Chorus: Future] Check out the way I be glistenin', yah Four-door Bugatti, you mention me, yah Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than y'all Fuck my new case, I'm more realer than y'all Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all Sleep with the 'K, I'm more realer than y'all A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon never thaw out Niggas talk shit, ain't gon never be found Countin' it up and I'm losin' the count Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act' I'ma down Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds Sackin' it up, ain't no fuckin' around We get that guap, ain't no fuckin' around [Verse 2: Future] Four-door Bugatti, you mention a G Brand new Millennium, might hit the streets I stacked it up, get to havin' a feast I racked it up like Serena with me Like it's Venus with me, got the Nina with me We screaming 'Freebandz,' this money ain't free I cook it up, I'ma cook up a key When I cook up a key, I'ma charge you a fee I did it first, it ain't none but a trend Swerve on a curb, it ain't none but a Benz I was on 2 then I took it to 10 Keep in one thou, rep the gang in the pen' Shoot at the police, ain't comin' back home Down for my crew if they right or they're wrong Get to that money, that's all I condone Shoot at your top, you ain't fuckin' with homes We hit the block, had a bag full of stones Jugged off a bale before I made a song They ain't gon' tell you how I got it on I'm not a failure, I'm deep in my zone Paraphernalia, I serve you a crumb Super exclusive when I put it on We gettin' zooted where I'm comin' from Toastin' that lean like it's Dom Perignon [Chorus: Future] Check out the way I be glistenin', yah Four-door Bugatti, you mention me, yah Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than y'all Fuck my new case, I'm more realer than y'all Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all Sleep with the 'K, I'm more realer than y'all A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon never throw out Niggas talk shit, ain't gon never be found Countin' it up and I'm losin' the count Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act' I'ma down Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds Sackin' it up, ain't no fuckin' around We get that guap, ain't no fuckin' around [Outro: Future] (Yeah) Young rich nigga, fuckin' bad bitches That's all I know (that's all I know) It's sad to say that