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Realism
Mad CJ Mac
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Late to bed and early to rise
I can't sleep cause I ain't got a dime
I'm losing my poise, fuck the boys
No strength to jock a hoe
If it wasn't for hands, what the fuck would I have pockets for?
I dreams of heat and three square meals
I wish my only problem was a bill
I can't feel a thing, my body's undernourished
When a nigga's hungry, he get this strange type of fucking courage
I'm on fire but my veins are cold
I'm way past excited, still my heart pumps slow
I got nothing to lose
Except life itself, I'm in trifling health
But still I stroll five or six miles a day
I'm a G till I die, nigga, fuck, but anyway
It's just a small formality
Ain't nothing realer to a nigga than reality, for real
Ain't nothing realer than this realism
Cause I'm real (isn't it?) Down to keep (now isn't it?)
Ain't nothing realer than reality itself
I vow to stay down till I take my last breath
Just about ready to slip a note to B of A
Sees an esรฉ I knew from back in the day
Sled a nigga five thousand grams
To a nigga with at least five thousand scams
Add the extra to a whoop, now I swoop a Coupe
With the L on the front, nigga, what you want?
I got 'em sewed up from L.A. to Diego
Hell yeah, got the swell, but it's still the bombay, hoe
Niggas is getting mad, they getting jealous
They dialing Wheaton, they tryna set trip
They even tryna push up on my family
Now that's the lowest of all lows, in fact, that shit is skanless, G
I only set trip on those who trip on me
Leave they folks up out the shit and go straight for the G
They wants to do me cause of my salary
But I got something real for they ass called reality, nigga
Ain't nothing realer than this realism
Cause I'm real (isn't it?) Down to keep (now isn't it?)
Ain't nothing realer than reality itself
I vow to stay down even if it means death
First I ain't had shit to live
But now I got something to die for
Now I got something to cry for
Now I got something to drive by for
That boy I can't afford to miss
I catch eight of them marks slipping, now ain't this a bitch?
Now how can I serve 'em all? Hmmm
I burn the back of they house down and wait for they ass to crawl
Out the front door, jaws in flames
And start to let loose like a one man gang
I'm watching niggas blood pour
I bet you punk motherfuckers won't be threatening no kids no more
I get to it clean, leaves without a trace
Kept my mask on, ain't nobody seen my face
I only gave 'em what they paid for
I only served 'em what they played for
That's what they got sprayed for
That's what they get for tryna battle me
Tryna kill me through my family
Now that's reality
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