Reality

Lyrics

[Intro: Ty Nati] (Yeah) (The Empire) Woo Huh? Yeah The realest shit of a nigga life, man So gutter 'round here, you dig? When you gotta get it, man This rap shit be havin' niggas goin' every which way, man Confused-ass niggas Yeah (Niggas definitely confused), ching-ching, yeah [Verse 1: Ty Nati] They say rapping is good living huh? (Huh?) You feel like when you get it, you gotta get it huh? (Huh?) A lot of people think it's easy homie not at all It make the same nigga feel like he ain't got 'em all (Amazin') And when you stop poppin' off it's like Tylenol (Woo) Until your single play out and you start dyin' off (Yeah) Two choices, you either ride it 'til the tires off Or switch it up and start singin' like Diana Ross (Woo) I'm still a nigga in the trap, so who am I to talk? I just zone out and produce it, play the piano soft Niggas don't buy records, they try to make our asses soft Off some pop shit, 'cause Rap City in the basement off This hip hop shit, done slowed down since it taken off And you can sit and complain, but it won't get you far And you can pitch a hissy fit, curse and flip 'em off Because to them, you the only, they depict you all It's fucked up, nigga [Chorus: Eddie B.] Never promise what you can't keep 'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle When faced with reality, reality Never promise what you can't keep 'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle When faced with reality, reality [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] Look, they got me feelin' like Fuck the world, 'cause we livin' in hell Got me, pawning my chain, just to get him his bail Yeah, my brother, that's my nigga, I'm supposed to be with you Closest thing I ever had, to a fatherly figure When my momma shook my pops, said he was a bullshitter It was just me and my brother, look, my brothers my nigga So, you know I got your back like your spine And I'm yet to see another nigga ever match your grind Nigga, twenty four seven, twilight to sunrise It was nothin' they could tell us, it was money on our minds It was triple Cuban links, all at the same time It was bullet proof windows on them 745s, nigga You know the games got it's lows and it's highs in it You know them people keep they nose up my business Is it a crime for a nigga to see the skies the limit Reachin' for the stars will have you reachin' through the bars, it's a trap [Chorus: Eddie B.] Never promise what you can't keep 'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle (Right) When faced with reality, reality (It's me) [Verse 3: Numbers] Yo, show me a stage and I rhyme a page Rap, sing choruses performin' for the audience (Yeah) They applauding, and record labels exploitin' (Right) Tellin' stories of pain and then recordin' them How they selling our slang and now they talkin' shit? Wish I could give 'em my shoes and tell them walk in this Thugs singin' the blues, and now they fortunate Make 'em mad, flossin' shit they thought we'd never have (Yeah) Ghetto niggas pullin' up in somethin' elegant I guess if it's one man's trash, others will treasure it So that settles it, metals spit, quick to be devil for the benefit, only if I'm gettin' rich It's like a cycle, these tracks that I'm blessin' Is mirrors to my pain, so I'm rappin' my reflection Livin' in the rain, got me blackin' out, I'm stressin' It's like I'm relivin' my vision, I'm repeatin' my life (Uh-huh) My words fight back in punch lines disrespectful But I'd rather have my voice box the instrumental (Okay) I got a one track mind, puttin' lines together And get some glow before I go, I can't shine forever, nope [Chorus: Eddie B.] Never promise what you can't keep 'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle When faced with reality, reality Never promise what you can't keep 'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle When faced with reality, reality