Текст песни Real Life (feat. Sonny Trill) [Radio Edit] - Sycosis

Made it from the bottom out the mud
Slower motion dragging like a slug
I ain't built to quit became the plug
Shocked myself I'm fly like magic rugs
In real life, hard to write down what I feel like
Pen get to busting and it's heavy like a steel pipe
Pressure, got 20 bills on my dresser
Grind don't stop til I'm laid on a stretcher
Look at what we did how far we came
Walk across the coals on top the flames
Money trees on beaches with the gang
The dollar crash I need a paper plane
To fly out, sauce gonna drip til it dry out
Cut from the team now the team want to try out
Last of the real and they hope that we die out
Big Bank takes Little Bank this the buyout

What I daydreamed of
Made it Real Life
What I daydreamed of
Made it Real Life

Life ain't never really hit like this
I was at the bottom tryna find myself
I ain't never rock the pots and the stove
I'ma swipe for the dough, had a life that I chose
I was tight being broke had to fight for the bros
Got a knife in my back I was right the road
When I crossed it now I'm just coming up with the bosses
Paid my dues no telling me what it costed
Often, keep it 100 until the coffin
Scoffing, they was just telling me that I lost it
All falls down I build it back up
When it's all said and done we still gonna add up
When it all goes away you still gonna have us
Every dog have it's day the big the bad wolf
Came back for the pack blacker than black
Tell 'em we made won't ever go back

What I daydreamed of
Made it Real Life
What I daydreamed of
Made it Real Life