no more this lifestyle crazy
Ain't never no real love,
New designer, my new bitch,
Had to switch up my locay,
I'm not worried bout what they say
I'm in the studio makin' hits
Niggas don't like to see you with nothin',
Bombay, had to switch up my
drive that shit like I'm racin'
Don't trust in these hoes,
all these bitches, they basic
got no time to be wastin'
bout this money I'm chasin'
all these blunts I'm facin'
Really got a sack, want me dead,
or probably mad I finessed him
I'ma drive right past him
Sprinter, move wrong and we blast him
30 on my chains, if he reach, call him
What happened to the real love?
I think I took too many drugs, I'm a back
no more this lifestyle crazy
Ain't never no real love,
my new bitch ex -girl try to play me
Had to switch up my low -key,
I'm not worried bout what they say
that shit just don't make sense
remember juggin' them counterfeit
I got locked up, she had a fit
blowin' strones in my residence
Them niggas want my spot,
they keep tryna be relevant
I keep fuckin' this bitch,
she keep sayin' she celibate
I'm just a young nigga movin'
Got up off my ass, all this cash,
disrespect me, I buy this shit
all that hatin', you gotta quit
See me out in public with a whole
We go re tarded with it, I'll probably
Really like a hunnid though,
I been in the jungle where them
n****s ain't playin' it fair
What happened to the real love,
what happened to the real love?
What happened to the real love?
What happened to the real love?
Real love, what happened to the real love?
no more this lifestyle crazy
Ain't never no real love,
my new bitch ex -girl try to play me
Had to switch up my locay,
I'm not worried bout what they say
