My Reality

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Yo, Check it Since a youthful mind of money, had dreams of making it major league No role models to look up to, my hustle made a way for me Wanted more than what I had, said motherfuck complacency That top floor penthouse pad, that's the place for me She fronted when my pockets wasn't lit and now she chasin' me Get eighty-sixed after she ride on the dick gracefully She lust for me, but I love this life more blatantly You'll have better luck on the blade before you get some papes from me Niggas lost, they don't understand the four Devils hate and envy Son, your friends will plot against you when you rise levels I need some land before a tie dye bezel You niggas rather be broke than look rich, I guess you feel special Deal pebbles, rob, scam, or work for Uncle Sam I seen a nigga give his life to a bundle and OD damn That was my man, I miss him, this just some thug's pain In this life, you could either be king or a blood stain Knife in the knuckle, it's too easy to have a gun game We livin' with regrets, fucked up, stuck in one main [Chorus] Do whatever for the salary Crimes, drugs, pistols, and bitches, that's my reality Seen a couple grams transform to a half a ki' Never slowin' down for nothing, bitch I live rapidly Do whatever for the salary Crimes, drugs, pistols, and bitches, that's my reality Seen a couple grams transform to a half a ki' Never slowin' down for nothing, bitch I live rapidly [Verse 2] You dumb, deaf, and blind to the reality of this life Crime infested nights the reason why I'm writin' on my homies' kites Caught with calibers and tried to overflow the row with white The devil want the god's soul, but no it don't go for a price It ain't for sale, scale tales more vivid though It's dope and fentanyl in their needle, it's not Vivitrol Only over digits we go to war like a Seminole Lately my only friends is the semi', so you niggas know It made my heart froze, cold as ice One of my best friends died and he came back as a poltergeist Still movin' shit, I see his image in the weed smoke He relayed a message and told me I'm too legit For slow niggas, this is tutoring, learn something If you ain't hustlin' everyday you ain't gon' earn nothing Life a bitch that I bust a nut in Brought my ideas to life, now she really lit all of a sudden [Chorus] Do whatever for the salary Crimes, drugs, pistols, and bitches, that's my reality Seen a couple grams transform to a half a ki' Never slowin' down for nothing, bitch I live rapidly Do whatever for the salary Crimes, drugs, pistols, and bitches, that's my reality Seen a couple grams transform to a half a ki' Never slowin' down for nothing, bitch I live rapidly
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Credits
- Writers
- Rome Streetz
- Sebb Bash