Mac Miller – Real Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
These motherfuckers don’t know
These motherfuckers don’t know, yeah

[Verse 1]
The trap is filled up with so many mistakes, can’t belive I’m alive
Will you be a saint or a sinner? Whatever you want, you decide
All day I been faded, all day I been faded, but fuck it, I drive
Now I’m in a Mercedes, a pill made me crazy, today I could die
Fall asleep in the pussy, wake up to the money
My life a cliché
I think I deserve a promotion, I think I’ma need me a raise
Tired of these motherfuckers keep playin’
‘Cause me I created the game though
Stack my money and lay low, they can’t fuck with my bankroll

[Chorus]
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
I been real one, yeah, I been a real one

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, I get up with the sun, only sleep for a minute
Then back to the grind
They party and bullshit, get wasted, I done it
They wastin’ my time
I’m faded my eyes low, so no reason to hide that I’m blatantly high
Bitches been trippin’ since in the beginnin’
Don’t listen every time they tellin’ me lies, oh no
All they ever wanted, was to be somebody special
Couple dollars dancin’ on the dental
Cap in mind, don’t mind though by the elbow, you know
Know you poppin’, when you make a million dollars on the cellphone
Money been a manifesto, said, the money been a manifesto
I’m up like espresso, the bitches say “hello”
I’m outta’ the friendzone
I rode with the homies, where ever we go
We don’t follow no dresscode
And I’m still young, gettin’ faded to feel numb

[Chorus]
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
I been real one, yeah, I been a real one

[Outro]
Metro Boomin want some more nigga

Kanye West – Face Down lyrics

[Chorus: Kanye West & Quavo]
Why all bad bitches keep they phone face-down?
Bad girls always keep they phone face-down
I love you when you face-down (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Quavo
Face-down the only time you come around (yeah, face-down)
Face-down the only time you come around (yeah, face-down)
Young nigga came from that Bobby Brown (Whitney)
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
All my money came out that mud or ground (yeah)
They can’t be real (no), or I can’t be real (no)
But I like how I feel (I do), I like how I feel (I love it)
I gave her a deal (ayy), I gave her a pill (ayy)
Now she worth a mil’ (yeah), now she worth a mil’ (million)
Ice all on me (ayy), these racks all on me (yeah)
You can walk all on me (uh), you can skate all on me (yeah)
Niggas ain’t homies (woah), but you can wait on it (grah)
You can wait on it (woah), I bet I’ma eat my opponent (argh)
I’ma need some manners (ayy), I’ma need some more cameras (flash)
I’m too hot to handle (ah), blow money like candles (phew)
Riding on camels (yeah), in Dubai riding camels (oh)
Wanna buy me a camel (oh), but I want and bought panorama (ay)
Yeah-yeah, higher than fighter jets (high)
Face-down now she soaking wet (face-down)
Yeah, I really wanna ride with her (ride)
But the n*gger got mileage (mileage)
Yeah, I’m dabbing and styling (styling)
I wanna hold her up for hostage (hostage)
But she end up outsmarting me ’cause she did four years in college (damn)
Ayy, ayy, yeah, she did four years in college (damn)
Yeah-yeah, I’ma gon’ give her this molly (damn)
Yeah, I was gonna give her this molly (damn)
Yeah-yeah, have her face-down on a island (yeah)

[Chorus: Kanye West & Quavo]
Why all bad bitches keep they phone face-down?
Bad girls always keep they phone face-down
I love you when you face-down (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I’ll never trip over you (no), it’s more fish in the sea (yeah)
Soon, I promise you’ll see, yea, you the one who need me (uh-huh)
I can’t convince you if you ain’t gon’ listen
I ain’t going on no damn-damn mission (oh)
Flipped your phone, you had phone calls missing
Who the f*ck is this nigga named Tristan?
These bitches are so stupid, all your life, have you been a groupie?
No morals, there’s no sorrow, you must like peasants
You coulda been with the pharaoh, oh, oh-no, oh-no, oh