Realism

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 esé 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