Reality lyrics

[Intro: FCG Heem]
For real
I’m tryna tell lil’ bruh like… Like you one of them ones, for real
You feel me?
Real sh*t
That sh*t be hard when you speakin’ that real sh*t

[Verse: FCG Heem & Hurricane Wisdom]
In my own lane, I don’t think nobody want it bad as me
No complaining, I was grinding, turned my dreams to reality
They used to laugh at me
Thank my momma for having me
Thought I couldn’t do it, now I passed them n*ggas that was gas to me
Now them boys just trash to me (f*ckin’ ass)
Used to be in class with me
I wasn’t even in school but when I was, I was in class with weed (Straight gas)
I’m on the fastest speed
Lowkey on the fastest sweep
Pop out on my own, I had to realize hoes is bad for me (Hey, hey)
Just hold me down, that’s how you last with me
I been on the road, these shooters paid, they hop, blast for me
Youngin’ rock out shows, promoters knowin’, so bring the bag to me
And Lord knows I been in the wrong, why He keep blessing me?
‘Cause one day I’ma shine, stay down and grind, I’ma stick to that theory
Used to be a clown, I told ‘em laugh, boy, they all gon’ be cheering
King without my crown, b*tch, I can’t die for everything I’m missing
I like my love, no strings attached, I guess that mean no kissing
Told bro’nem slide to Gelly, they say, “This sh*t is real live.”
And we flapped to her with switches, turn off everybody lights
These n*ggas think they bullies, I won’t be scared ‘til I die
b*tch, you gon’ meet this fully, my pops ain’t teach me how to fight
n*gga, please don’t lose yo’ life ‘cause you gamblin’ with it
My b*tch gon’ call three times a month, that’s how I stand it
That’s how it goes, that’s how it goes
I stay on the go, I left my heart back on the road
Think I’m in love, this time won’t rush, I’ma take it slow
I done made it far but I know I got so far to go
I like when they ain’t know me, now I can’t go nowhere without my pole
I only wear my heart, they left it like my watch, that sh*t frozen
I ain’t taking nothin’ to the heart, that’s how it go
At least my momma proud, them n*ggas talking down, I’m playin’ slow
And I chased the grind, I’m stayin’ out the way, I’m layin’ low
“Hey, Momma. I’m fine,” it’s buttons on them blicks where I go
For the love of the money, them n*ggas change
f*cked me up, my n*gga did all that time, he on the same sh*t
It’s a thousand ways to day, you say my name, you get yo’ brain split
Eyes on the prize, they tried to knock me off, I kept the flame lit (I kept the flame lit)