Real Bad Karma lyrics by Drake bryson tiller

Real Bad Karma

Drake Featuring Bryson Tiller

   

[Intro]

(Sonorous on the beat)

[Chorus: Drake]

And I know my life is full of drama

I just want to talk, don't wanna charm her

Talk about the boy and you get karma

Bad karma, that's a sad story, yeah, real bad karma

[Verse 1: Drake]

Condo in Miami, sold that shit to Chalmers

I stay on the beach when I retire

I can't miss a game, I been on fire

I'm thinkin' money when I sleep now

That's the only thing that get me geeked now

Someone got a problem every week now

Oh, now, they talkin' beefs, now

Got a million piece, stay a hunnid (Stay a hunnid)

All my girls bad, times a hunnid (Times a hunnid)

And I'm going hard, times a hunnid (Times a hunnid)

I'm tryna see a hunnid, times a hunnid

For the guys, for the city and the gang

I might appear if you keep calling on my name

Put a curse up on you, things are getting strange

You ain't lie when you told me that I changed

And I know

[Chorus: Drake]

(Sonorous on the beat)

And I know my life is full of drama

I just want to talk, don't wanna charm her

Talk about the boy and you get karma

Bad karma, that's a sad story, yeah, real bad karma

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]

Ayy, 2 A.M. with my departure

Just got to Miami, flew in charter

Stay one hundred, look at me I've been in charge (Charge)

Oh, you know I'm 'bout to sauce on you (Sauce)

Suggest you lighten up, I might go dark on you (Hey)

Pull up, pull up, skrrt, vallet park on ya

Ayy, King Kong, climbing up the charts on you

Oh Goddamn, say my life is full of drama

Hot boy, I feel like Dwayne Michael Carter

(Sononous on the beat)

I've been good since I became a father

Thought you said a kid would make it harder

No-no-no, turn me in, just made me smarter

I cut you niggas off, put some real ones on the roster

Never mix the real niggas with the imposters

Keep them niggas far from us, I say, "Fuck 'em all"

I say, "Fuck 'em all"

I just checked all my accounts and my money sittin' tall

Nigga, shut your fuckin' mouth, ain't no need to air you out

Niggas know what you about, heard you goin' through a drought

Must be why you talkin' down

Boy I know

[Chorus: Drake with Bryson Tiller]

My life is full of drama

I just want to talk, don't wanna charm her

Talk about the boy and you get karma

Bad karma, that's a sad story

[Outro]

(Sonorous on the beat)