Real Life Lyrics

I try to be optimistic but Im lost and vicious

Locked in prison for the longest sentence

They pray for the law to stay out the way

I pray to be safe nowadays

Mentally locked in a cell and I need bail

Lost in a dream like addiction to E-pills

If Im not dead then Im sure the police will get me killed or the streets will

Im young and black they do not like me

They're just assuming they stereotype me

The people around me they do not define me

Lots of drillers they aren't like me

I'm not a driller nor I'm a killer

I just write songs for the people I love and the people I hate

But I'm keeping it realer

I write out my thoughts for the one in the mirror

I'm definitely not the definition of what youth is

My truth is I'm using my music

As a message

But I'm losing

My patience

For things to

Go pacing

For weeks I been waiting

But now I'm done chasing things that I know will be fading

Away in some cadence

My day ends when I wrote layers and I repeat layers of pages

Been killing and slaying these beats

I'm leaving no traces

Listen

I got no felonies

But some people around me are failing me

Some people feeling my music

But the feeling of failure feels heavily

I could be centrepiece they'll never get to me

I'm not a regular entity

21 bullets I shoot out the century

Longevity

Might black out no ebony

I try to be optimistic, but I'm lost and vicious

Locked in prison for the longest sentence

They pray for the law to stay out the way

I pray to be safe nowadays

I had an epiphany

Look what it did to me

Maybe the day that I die I'll go down as an artefact made in the history

I will never go down in my misery

Used to ride along in the middle seat

Now I'm up in the front driving recklessly

Put a seatbelt on I go 70

Been doing this and I know that it's meant for me

It's therapy

To the death of me

My destiny

What's next for me

And I'll be doing this at 83

Been doing this since abcs

It's therapy

To the death of me

My destiny

What's next for me

And I'll be doing this at 83

Been doing this and they know I'm different

Im the coldest spitting

Flow is sicker

Flow is sicker

I'm starting to feel like I'm Cole or Kendrick

That's a close exhibit of who I wanna be no collision

With the people who want beef I'm over with it

Slaughter a target straight to the fullest

I like to call it a full hit

Lyrical bullets

Subliminal lyrical bullets

Unpredictable I Load up the gun

And cock it back on competition for fun

But trust me when I say there's nothing I've done

I'm keeping my calm

I'm holding my tongue

I'm keeping my calm

I'm holding my tongue

I got no felonies

But some people around me are failing me

Some people feeling my music

But the feeling of failure feels heavily

I could be centrepiece

They'll never get to me

I'm not a regular entity

21 bullets I shoot out the century

Longevity

Might black out no ebony