Lil Baby – Real Shit Lyrics

Real Shit

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"Real Shit." - Lil Baby

Thursday, 17 September 2026, 11:42 am

Album: The Leaks

Track No: 05

Real Atlanta, I'm from a zone, right up the street from the dome (I'm from the 4)
Came up gettin' our hustle on, living legend off of strong
Bro still sellin' bricks, can't knock his hustle, shit to each his own
Lot of fake love, they only call you when they need a loan
Bro in the box ready to come home, for now he livin' through a phone (free the bro)
Told me he ain't worried 'bout no nigga unless he can fly a drone
Know them young niggas look up to me, so I can't lead 'em on
Watchin' what I talk about, I'm the leader, so I can't tell 'em wrong

Young crew they break in cars (strikers), jack boys they still robbin'
G Dawg 'dem been gone for damn near a dub and they steady mobbin'
Shit wasn't always great, I had to wait, I stayed down for my come up
Every day, I'm paper chasin', my bank account need another comma
Tryna stay away from the drama, never runnin' from my karma
Anything I did, I stand behind it, momma raised a G
Coward is something I'll never be, Hellcat spinnin' up the street
Trackhawk bulletproof the Jeep, none of this shit ain't come with ease

My bitch told me, she won't never leave, now she on another team
Saw my pain, it made me t'd, never been a one to grieve (no)
Naked bitches on my feed, I'on like her unless she mean
Trust issues, I'on fuck with people (I can't), blame it on the shit I seen (I seen it all)
Had Fannie watchin' my food savings while she was pregnant with dude baby
But it wasn't no food savin', whole lotta green shit
Tryna shake my demons, keep callin' the lean man
Keep rollin' this weed up, I been through some real shit

Come home to the lights off, furniture in the front yard (eviction)
Had to stay in hotels, daddy wasn't nowhere around
My momma a real gangster, she held it together (she did), no matter the circumstance, yeah
Superstar, fill up the stands, goin' for it when I get the chance
Dog shit stay in my pants, in my hand, in my bag
I still got my first advance, showin' bro how to buy some land
We gotta make this money last, hate you let them niggas gas you

Get rich while I duck the task force, what more can a nigga ask for?
Belt to ass, we really tap shit, majority of these niggas cappin'
Really put it down on Plaza, really put in down on Bridges
Really put it down on Sparks, 'round my way, I'm a livin' legend
ROTC, bro, them steppin', all the secrets I done kept 'em
Where them bags at, I'll go get 'em, bring 'em back, let brodem sell 'em
Every day, I'm fightin' the devil, put that lil' bitch on a pedestal
Won't do it again, never, shit gettin' real, I'm movin' careful
Yeah

Writer(s): 43Juice, Lil Baby, Souli, TM88.

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