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Reality Kings

Russ feat. Bugus & Anthony, John
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Ayo bruh it's nothin' but kings in the circle here Shit, haters die today Love the fans fuck the people October cold as a son-of-a-bitch Landlord took my food away It was spent on late rent All cause of this lame job Bitches be my day job Wish hunger took its days off Sometimes I just nod off Get full off a jug of water Chug (chug) Chug (chug) Glug (glug) Glug (glug) When honey sandwiches taste like gold When 1-800 calls, feel cold When a phone call from home Feel like a phone call from God Call me home How long will this tumble weed roam? Is my belly made of stone? Will I do better, who better? Seem like these crackers made of gold They made of gold Seem like that everyone around me Is doing better than before And God named me after Martyr lessons from a Baptist Wish I did more action And that "it", I wish I had it (and that "it", I wish I had it) Instead of all this back luck Getting passed around like murder This Cancer and Aquarius Drownin' in these deep thoughts Gold like a Canary Will I feel? Will I feel? Is this that real? Is this that real? If I don't die, then ima kill Is this that real? Is this that real? If I don't die today Then ima kill Madman killas Madman feel us Mad gorillas in the game, in the game Madman killas Madman feel us Mad gorillas in the game, in the game Tell you somethin' that I probably shouldn't tell Locked up 20 thou' for the bail Flowers in mail Showers in jail It's burnin' my soul like I was in hell I'm burnin' my bowl Playin' for her Promise my mama I stay in the church Won't lay in a hearse I'm high, I'm drunk Layin' a verse Ridin' with my niggas Vibin', praying we gon' make it work Saying "who gon' make it first?" (Yah) Yeah, like "who gon' make it first?" (Yah) (Vacation) (Ohh) All I know is to do me, me I just hope you feel the same, same I just want you to be free, free Recognize the name, name Everybody that I know tryna succeed One goal, stand on your own two Makin' my soundtrack, plus three Lotta laughs, lotta "fuck you"s So we fill our cups Kinda like a blunt How we spill our guts Middle fingers up to the next man I'm groomed for this life I'm the best man And I'm less than impressed with you Life is a test, yeah I guess it's true Guess it's true I'm vibin' out, I'm vibin' out And I'm tellin' you, yeah All I know is to do me, me (rrreebah, Vacation motherfuckers) I just hope you feel the same, same I just want you to be free, free Recognize the name, name