[Hook - Goldie1]

Everything real, everything real

Everything real, everything real

I keep bad bitches around me cause I keep it real

I keep trap niggas around me cause I keep it real

[Verse 1 - Pak-Man]

My Gucci real, my burner's real

My diamonds real and you know this

I'm getting money in and out of South

Spend a thousand pound on my loafers

I'm really trapping, are you really trapping?

I swear most these rappers some jokers

All I do is stunt, I want Louis rugs

And Versace pillows on my sofa

I'm from the big city, it's gritty

Only thing fake round me is my chick's titties

Can't take a break, I'm spinning cheddar

I can make it rain like English weather

Thousand pinkies, that's a fifty stacked

My pocket fat like my bitch's back

Fuck with me, you know I've got it

My money long, I might cop a drop whip

I spent twenty four abroad

Then it's back to selling this raw

We just spend a night in Paris or fly Dam quick

My watch is flooded like the Titanic

Talking birds, that's my language

My life lavish, that's high standards

I'm mashing money so fuck your feelings

Stacking money till it touch the ceiling

[Bridge - Goldie1]

All these bad bitches in yeah

All the real niggas around me

My circle ain't no square no

We let 'em know, we let 'em know

[Hook - Goldie1]

Everything real, everything real

Everything real, everything real

I keep bad bitches around me cause I keep it real

I keep trap niggas around me cause I keep it real

[Verse 2 - Pak-Man]

I've got real morals, real values

And principles that I won't change

I stay loyal to my little bruddas

I spent mad years in this dope game

Everything real in my verse

Man around me put in knife work

Man around me let the nine burst

And there's man around me that fly birds

Miss my bruddas doing jail time

I'm on track like a rail line

My credit's good but my bitch is bad

I'm whipping white but my whips are black

Real bosses do real things

Like set up shop and get meals in

Been looking down from the penthouse

That's at the top of the building

You're listening to one of the realest

The real D-boys gon' feel it

The wind's blowing, it's cold outside

But my Moncler's on, I don't feel it

And the price tag on these clothes

Might add to my ego

But I'm mashing money so fuck your feelings

Stacking money till it touch the ceiling

[Bridge - Goldie1]

All these bad bitches in yeah

All the real niggas around me

My circle ain't no square no

We let 'em know, we let 'em know

[Hook - Goldie1]

Everything real, everything real

Everything real, everything real

I keep bad bitches around me cause I keep it real

I keep trap niggas around me cause I keep it real