Chillin' with homies and family
Gloom tuning out reality.
Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money
Listen to me. open you eyes to reality.
To reality and to the facts
He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
To show off my bars pick apart the carcass of deceased
If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
Anxiety, anxiety, tripping over reality
Cause it your boy j reality
And you are you too, but bitch i'm three
Tryin to show off a rap
So i'm one with that
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