Reality Lyrics

Bra, bra, we surpass, pop, smoke, imagine that shit, just fucking imagine, bra, thanks

to you that you fucking blessed me with this, I imagine, you know, you know what, I really

fucking appreciate you, I ain't got a lot of words to say, you know, like, trust me

that's all I got

I pray that all my dreams become Reality, pictures of my struggle, they be Hanging in

The gallery, swear to God that I'mma Be a better me, until there's nothing Left of

Me I pray that all my dreams become Reality, reality, I told my cuz stay out The streets

Come to the studio, I was with Boogie Doing OT at the rodeo, deep in them Trenches and

You know it that's just how it goes, we Selling drugs we using drugs cause we Ain't got no

Hope, I told my fonem don't you Worry I will never fold, fours with the Duce I used to

Sip i pour alot of mud, now hawks Died my heart froze I'm really cold Inside, I'm traumatized

From all the pain I put my pride aside, Niggas talking bout they sliding but They ain't outside

Bro the streets is really cold you better Stay inside, I'm getting high off the Smoke I finna

Blow your mind, no petty talk we Really activate and we finna slide, had So much beef

When I was young I've seen my Homies die, now I be out here spittin Facts but getting

Criticized, and all these niggas telling Lies is getting televised, say all these Niggas

Telling lies is getting televised

I pray that all my dreams become Reality, pictures of my struggle, they be Hanging in

The gallery, swear to god, that I'ma be A better me, damn, until there's Nothing left

Of me, I pray that all my dreams Become reality, reality

UTB's yea I be talking bout Untouchables, I'm eating rappers I just Call these niggas edibles

I know they hate these niggas thought That they ahead of us, my opp's be Capping on the

Net like they be killing us, now Jimmy Died cause he got shot it was like three Of us

Bye bye Felicia I know Mishka tried to Set us up, still having dreams of Pulling up inside

A bentley truck, freaky a shooter Homie used to keep a semi-tucked, we Losing lives we

Spilling blood but guess it ain't Enough, now they be asking when I'm Up I tell them

Soon enough, I was in CPT with Kippie with my toolie tuck, these Trully jeans still got me

Styling I be wilding out, damn

Blacks out here be killing Blacks like The genocide, I'm from a hood I know A few committed

Suicide, damn, if you ain't about to Slide don't you come outside