Harsh Reality
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Right
(Iceberg big)
Right
(Philadelphia slim)
East Coast shit
Uh, I seen the same shit happen to Jay
It's for the takin', ain't nothin' givin', I'd rather have it that way
Lame what? This what the averages say, average'll do
Consistent, droppin' gem after gem, I average a few
You hagglin' who? Had them people like, "What happened to you?"
My old life a sin, glad we split amicable
Chronic in a turkey bag and in a canister too, garden botanical view
Hood shit, dice game poppin', lil' homie hand hot and he handlin' you
You runnin' his mouth, he run and get the hammer for you
Now you got man up and choose, sometimes you win when you lose
Sometimes it end when you prove, sometimes it's minimal moves
Get you in and out of a jam, not many rules
But many jewels gon' get frozed up
Keep a couple lights and toasters
Anywho, who gotta roll up?
The reality is I'm your pimp
I'm the future perceptions that you, that you run and you hide from
That break you down, that dictate your movement
You can't even think for yourself no more
'Cause I'm all in your brain
(Who gotta roll up?)
That's the reality, you know?
You never thought you would see yourself standin' on the street corner
I turned you to a track star and you never even went to the Olympics
You sayin' to yourself, "Wow, I never knew this would be my life"
Uh, I seen the same shit happen to Bron
Sometimes them endings be beginnings, you just gotta be strong
Take a class, I show you how to be don, how to get ones
Truth be told, if I were major right now, I wouldn't be wrong
It's all perspective, dawg, I'm major already, speak on the songs
I own every damn one of these joints you hear me on
I may drop for the fuck of it and tour Europe
Forty minutes in used Ford Explorer
A whole month, that's a Range Rover
Can't show progression with the same glow-up
Pardon me, ma, sick flows, frío
Trollin' on the web, I probably track down your geo'
Them boys on your head, now it's a G/O
You'd rather be locked in a room with Charlie Sheen and mosquitos
I'm just jokin', nigga, grow up
Anywho, who gotta roll up?
I dictate your mind
I'm the, you know, the navigation to your spine
I control your movement
Everything that's goin' on right now is because of me
(Who gotta roll up?)
I'm just that, that space, that place
You sayin', "Philadelphia Slim"
No, no, I'm not in control of that
You know what's control of that
That thing that makes you feel special