Reality (feat. Ty Nati, Numbers & Eddie B)

The realest shit of a **** life man

So gather around here, ya dig?

When you gotta get it, man

This rap shit be havin’ **** goin’ every which way these days, man

Confused ass ****, yeah

They say rapping is good living huh?

You feel like when you get it, you gotta get it huh?

A lot of people think it’s easy, homie, not at all

It make the same **** feel like he ain’t got 'em all

And when you stop poppin' off it's like Tylenol

Until your single play out and you start dying off

Two choices, you either ride it till the tires off

Or switch it up and start singin' like Diana Ross

I’m still a **** in the trap, so who am I to talk?

I just zone out and produce it, play the piano soft

**** 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's 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 them off

Because to them, you are only who they depict you of

It's fucked up, ****

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

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 ****, I'm supposed to be with you

Closest thing I ever had to a fatherly figure

When my mama shook my pops, said he was a bullshitter

It was just me and my brother, look my brother's my ****

So you know I got your back like your spine

And I'm yet to see another **** ever match your grind

****, 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 745’s, ****

You know the games got its lows and its highs in it

You know them people keep they nose up my business

Is it a crime for a **** to see the sky's the limit?

Reachin' for the stars will have you reachin' through the bars

It's a trap

Never promise what you can’t keep

‘Cause every day’s a constant struggle, struggle

When faced with reality, reality

It's me

Yo, show me a stage and I rhyme a page

Rap, sing choruses performing for the audience

They applauding, and record labels exploiting

Telling stories of pain and then recording it

How they selling our slang and now they talkin' shit?

Wish I could give them 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

Ghetto **** 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 blackened out, I'm stressin'

It's like I’m reliving my vision, I'm repeatin' my life

My words fight back in punch lines disrespectful

But I'd rather have my voice box the instrumental

I got a one track mind, puttin' lines together

And get some glow before I go, I can't shine forever, nope

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