Just How reeLer Do Lyrics

You see here kid

You gotta just go for it

Don't think about what comes after or what came before

You just gotta bend your knees, take a deep breath, and jump

And you might think

What if I fall

Who knows

What if you don't

What if you fly

Okay

So I've been jumping off the roof

Sweatpants, no shoes

Juana, man, Blues Clues

5 am, couldn't snooze

Purple punch, muddy booze

Dirty vans, chemicals

Psychedelic avenues

Uh

Yeah

I feel like Wale

I used to play some running back

Now all I do is run it back

Just get myself another bag and

Sniff that, and piss that, I'll rip that

Pitch black

No respect, blah

Namaste

Malibu

Cloudy days

Minimal

Imma stay

In the coupe

Ride around

Drop the roof

Hit a U-ie

Grab that booze

Trip to Florence

Gabagool

Mans not corny

Mans be cool

Boys be rowdy

Life be drew

Plenty money

Plenty food

Yeah

Uh huh

Plenty money

Plenty food

And that's just how reeLer do

Yeah

And that's just how reeLer do

Mhm

Yeah that's just how reeLer do

5 AM

I wouldn't say I waste my days

If the money washed away

Life still remains the same

Dope shit every day

Dope flicks in every way

Yeah, I-Isla Vista motherfucker

808's bang through the 805

Couple parties televised

Broke glass

Smash pass

I think I'm a door dash

Chase the money, get your cash

Yeah

Chase the money, get your, get your cash

You see here kid

You gotta just go for it

Don't think about what comes after or what came before

You just gotta bend your knees, take a deep breath, and jump

And you might think

What if I fall

Who knows

What if you don't

What if you fly

Cuatro, veinte, on the way to one plant

Moscow, Italy, putting up the wine glass

Late nights, early morning, wonder what the time at

It's 5:46 AM

When I'm saying go and jump, yeah I be talking metaphorically

But literally

Go switch it up and move across the country

Quit the job, pick up where you wanna be

Life short, end it where you tryna be

You feel me

So I've been jumping off the roof

Sweatpants, no shoes

Juwana man, Blues Clues

5 am, I couldn't snooze

Purple punch, muddy booze

Dirty vans, chemicals

Psychedelic avenues

All these roaches in my coupe

Most days, how I see 'em

Carpe diem

I'm like ven aquí em

Colosseum energy

Ruthless analogy

5's up

Pouring all my 40's out

One sip for the dead homies all around

Then move on with my day, get the pound

Cake

Cake cake cake cake

Get the pound cake cake cake cake