[Intro] Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus] I pray I make it through the night, I'll be alright
And my bitch keep callin' my phone, told her it's on once I get home
I'm doin' a buck sixty, I'm in the zone, I'm coming home
I been workin' all day ain't answer no phone, I don't want no phone
I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this
And bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this
I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this
I told my bitch when you real you feel this

[Verse 1] I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this
I been syrup poppin' pills and been geeking on some real shit
Me and my bitch we kicking real shit
Yeah my bitches she the flyest, she go get it
I told her when I get it I'm gon' get it
And I went and got that bag and then we split it
Lenox Mall shopping, yeah she in it
Gucci, Louis poppin', yeah she kick it
And she watch me serve the bag and then she with it
Pints by the case and yeah we sip it
Then she top a nigga off and then I lick her
And we pull up back to back in matching Bentleys
And the bust down Rollies, they was fifty
And I swear with that cash I'm the realest
You can see how I whip it in the kitchen

[Chorus] I pray I make it through the night, I'll be alright
And my bitch keep callin' my phone, told her it's on once I get home
I'm doin' a buck sixty, I'm in the zone, I'm coming home
I been workin' all day ain't answer no phone, I don't want no phone
I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this
And bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this
I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this
I told my bitch when you real you feel this

[Verse 2] I pull up with a nigga bitch, he know I hit
She go crazy on that dick, she ain't with that lazy shit
12 bust the spot, she take the charge, that bitch hard
Call Kristen, tell her pull her card, that's my broad
Boy she'll gun you down 'bout that paper, 2-2-3's of soft raw
She really with it, if she dig a nigga's pimpin' she really feelin'
And she know about that cash I get wicked
I spend a couple blocks, she right with me
And she pray she make it through the night with me
And she said she'll be alright right with me
She ain't gotta call the phone, she right with me
Now I pop a perc, get right with me
She screaming perc gang right with me
Since my nigga killed, she know I really miss him

[Chorus] I pray I make it through the night, I'll be alright
And my bitch keep callin' my phone, told her it's on once I get home
I'm doin' a buck sixty, I'm in the zone, I'm coming home
I been workin' all day ain't answer no phone, I don't want no phone
I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this
And bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this
I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this
I told my bitch when you real you feel this