[Verse1: Lando Chill]

I used to dream about whippin a Mercedes
2 kids with the model type lady
We had it all
Even the government paid me
To make the world a better place on the daily
See their dreams we just stuff in a prp with no light
And expect the shit to burn without a higher minds
And that's real
Real early oceans with no seals
Bodies with no pills
And cities that never heal
Life’s like
Peep the cliff around the next turn
But you ain't drivin
End up in an urn what you done earned
Ain't vibin
Concede the paper chase ain't a race most thrive in
Except if your scientist be jivin
Right now
It's a struggle to be glad
For what you're worth is
Worthless
Even though my soul knows it’s purpose
To turn these words into a movement that's really work shit
Worth shit…

But maybe baby
If I was born in the eighties
I’d be less lazy and a little more crazy
Wonder about the youth on the daily
You see cuz we slidin in like our golf game was Daley
Littered with laughs like when Stewart left The Daily
But shit ain't funny when your motive is the money
It would kill your fellow man for their milk and honey
Kill your fellow men for their milk and honey

[Chorus]

And that's real
Realer than oceans with no seals
Bodies with no pills
Cities that never heal
And that's real, and that's real

And that's real
Realer than oceans with no seals
Bodies with no pills
Cities that never heal
And that's real, and that's real

[Verse2: Lando Chill]

Truth be told I don't even like milk
Lactose to the folks who barter debt for nice silk
Of the ilk called the overachievers
Slinging cleavers of meat
At bare feet of the richest of leaders
You see
I'm the Prince and Pauper of the land of rap ether
Got funk like Aretha
Deft words like a teacher
Yet this n***a swore to God he wouldn't become a preacher
Now I'm preaching about teachings i dun picked up on the weekend?
I’m weak then...

Cuz she taste good as some Wheat Thins
Spilling these crumbs on her sequin
Fucking to The Weeknd
But the poor still don't eat then

I guess the first world probs
Drown out the second and third
I reckon my words
Would lessen the pain
Of hitting the curb
Because your horse was kind of high though
Like the kind of high if I got to work with Flylo
Like the kind of high is my first name was Michael
And hit a shot on Craig Ehlo despite the height though
Despite natural spite i think us aight tho
From some hieghts our noose is from a tight rope

[Chorus]

And that's real
Realer than oceans with no seals
Bodies with no pills
Cities that never heal
And that's real, and that's real

And that's real
Realer than oceans with no seals
Bodies with no pills
Cities that never heal
And that's real, and that's real