"Reality" lyrics
Shit ain't come easy for me bitch I had it hard
Niggas pass me the ball cause I'm the shooting guard
Little baby in that ref on this boulevard
Put the pussy to your face just for licking hard
Made it out them better fields I can show the scars
I told my dog I want 'em Rollies say he know it's ours
I want the money want the bitches and them fast cars
I want the chicken want the biscuit keep the coleslaw
The OG's left my daddy told me keep it raw
Shoot a figga in a jaw I don't need a straw
Never go against the boss loyalty is law
Rule number one never tell what you saw
Still two dying to get rich I ain't got no patience niggas hating
20 own me and I just made it
Keep elevating
All this cookie keep me meditating
Hit a nigga block we a hundred shots that's a demonstration
Alright then nigga get in the booth and just start rapping
Everyday my niggas carry sticks we about action
And we all trapping all this seeing got me bitch matching
In our head as many on my head so we gon' double that
Before my nigga try to get my crush he better shuffle that
Niggas stand crispy but they broke what that hustle that
All this fucking ice show my wrist I am walking brick
I just made a 100 thousand dollars for talking shit
And I still be around them niggas that be trucking shit
You ain't put out your heart to that whore and that a bought the bitch
All that hating on DZ ain't gon' get you shit
Stay in your lane you cross my path that'll get you hit
A young nigga came from the bottom
I told my niggas don't you worry yeah you know that I got 'em
Three offers on the table I'm a big problem
Where was y'all niggas at when my stomach was growling
I can take 50 thousand to buy some house
Nigga spent ten thousand on beers and couch
All I wanna do is see my mama smiling
She ain't enjoy seeing her boy out here clowning
15 thousand on my neck nigga
I just catch a 100 thousand dollar check nigga
It's a cool quarter of my rich nigga
I run through the trenches with my stick nigga
They try to slow me down but I'm still moving
I ain't getting on the high but I'm still shooting
My dog coming down with that shit to move me
They gon' tell y'all too much we gonna stick to music
Niggas pass me the ball cause I'm the shooting guard
Little baby in that ref on this boulevard
Put the pussy to your face just for licking hard
Made it out them better fields I can show the scars
I told my dog I want 'em Rollies say he know it's ours
I want the money want the bitches and them fast cars
I want the chicken want the biscuit keep the coleslaw
The OG's left my daddy told me keep it raw
Shoot a figga in a jaw I don't need a straw
Never go against the boss loyalty is law
Rule number one never tell what you saw
Still two dying to get rich I ain't got no patience niggas hating
20 own me and I just made it
Keep elevating
All this cookie keep me meditating
Hit a nigga block we a hundred shots that's a demonstration
Alright then nigga get in the booth and just start rapping
Everyday my niggas carry sticks we about action
And we all trapping all this seeing got me bitch matching
In our head as many on my head so we gon' double that
Before my nigga try to get my crush he better shuffle that
Niggas stand crispy but they broke what that hustle that
All this fucking ice show my wrist I am walking brick
I just made a 100 thousand dollars for talking shit
And I still be around them niggas that be trucking shit
You ain't put out your heart to that whore and that a bought the bitch
All that hating on DZ ain't gon' get you shit
Stay in your lane you cross my path that'll get you hit
A young nigga came from the bottom
I told my niggas don't you worry yeah you know that I got 'em
Three offers on the table I'm a big problem
Where was y'all niggas at when my stomach was growling
I can take 50 thousand to buy some house
Nigga spent ten thousand on beers and couch
All I wanna do is see my mama smiling
She ain't enjoy seeing her boy out here clowning
15 thousand on my neck nigga
I just catch a 100 thousand dollar check nigga
It's a cool quarter of my rich nigga
I run through the trenches with my stick nigga
They try to slow me down but I'm still moving
I ain't getting on the high but I'm still shooting
My dog coming down with that shit to move me
They gon' tell y'all too much we gonna stick to music
Writer(s): Joseph Paul Longo
