Lyrics

[Verse 1] Late to bed and early to rise I can't sleep 'cause I ain't got a dime I'm losing my poems, fuck the boys, never slippin', fuck a hoe If wasn't for my hands, what the fuck would I have pockets for? I dreamed the heat and 3 squares meters Wish my only problem was ?feel? I can't feel a thing, my body's undernourished When a niggas hungry... He gets this strange type of fucking courage I'm on fire but my veins are cold I'm way past excited still my heart pumps low I got nothing to lose... Except life itself, I'm in trifling health But still I stroll 5 or 6 miles a day I'ma G 'til I die, nigga fuck, but anyway It's just a small formality... Ain't nothing realer to a nigga than reality for real [Chorus] Ain't nothing realer than this realism 'Cause I'm real, down to kill Ain't nothing realer than reality itself I've be stay down even this mean death [Verse 2] Just about ready to slip a note to be your vein See's an Ese's, I knew from back in the day Slid a nigga 5000 grams To a nigga with at least 5000 scams Add to extra two or [?] now I swoop a Coupe With the L on the front, nigga, what you want? I got them sold up from L.A. to Diego Hell yeah, I got the squeal but I won't still the bombay hoe Niggas is getting mad, they getting jealous The dollars is they weakness, they tryna to set trip They even tryna push up on my family Now that's the lowest of all lows In fact this shit is scandalous, G I only set trip on those who trip on me Leading the folks to the shit and go straight for the Jeep They want to do me because of my salary But I got somethin' real for they ass, called reality, nigga [Chorus] Ain't nothing realer than this realism 'Cause I'm real, down to kill Ain't nothing realer than reality itself I've be stay down even this mean death [Verse 3] First I ain't had shit to live, but now I got something to die I got somethin' for cry, I got somethin' to drive-by for Before I can't afford to miss, I catch 8 of them marks slippin' (Now, ain't this a bitch?) Now how can I serve them all? (Hmmm...) I burn the back of they house down and wait for the ass to crawl Out the front door chores and flames And start to let loose like a one man gang I'm watching niggas blood pour I bet you punk motherfuckers won't be threatening no kids no more I gets away, leaves without a trace Kept my mask on, ain't nobody seen my face I only gave them what they paid for I only served on what they played for That's what they get sprayed for That's what they get for get for trying to battle me Tryna kill me through my family, now that's reality