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rəality (ft. grizzy grae) - kid flamez lyrics

[intro]
i, i got, seven on the. (i)
i, i got, i –
i got seven on da trac’ and dass a wrap

[verse 1: kid flamez]
life isn’t magic sh*t is real tragic
it ain’t how you planned it, ain’t no way around it
but you can’t allow it, you can even drown it
might look happy, look a little sad b*tch
living the dream yeah this sh*t and that
but in reality i might be all that
got henny in the bag forever throwing racks
can make a life where things ain’t even bad
wait, pause this sh*t is getting bad
first we lost a legend then pills took out my man
r.i.p to them cause they paved out a path
for us to understand and learn from our past
we live to set our lives on track
put clothes on our backs and earn a couple racks
blow up every bank
give the next gen a really high rank. (but)

[chorus: kid flamez]
life isn’t magic (ayy), f*ck sh*t is real tragic. (ayy)
wait it ain’t how you planned it (ayy), f*ck there’s no way around it. (ayy)
so i’m crossing h*lla boundaries (yeah), wait i might look happy. (yeah)
f*ck i might be a sad b*tch (ayy), cause reality is tragic. (ayy)
life isn’t magic (ayy), f*ck sh*t is real tragic. (ayy)
wait it ain’t how you planned it (ayy), f*ck cause there’s no way around it. (ayy)
so i’m crossing h*lla boundaries (yeah), wait i might look happy. (yeah)
f*ck i might be a sad b*tch (ayy), cause reality is tragic. (ayy)

[verse 2: grizzy grae]
drop (drop), she lost that top. (top)
hundred naira b*tch want a thousand dollar c*ck. (thousand dollar c*ck)
uh stop (stop), just checked my watch
broke on the dot, got no time for a thot. (time for a b*tch)
we the cream of the crop (ayy), fresh outta stock. (yuh)
king of the block got no time for a opp. (yuh)
when we pop out the pot (uh), pull up to the spot. (ayy, pull up to the spot)
make it to the top, tic tic on the clock never stop
d*mn, i’m a billion dollar mans
million dollars benz, with some thousand dollars rims
hundred thousand fans with some hundred dollar bands
i ain’t with the trends, i got trillion dollar plans
godd*mn
6pm till the morning
i’m just tryna make it out this h*ll i was born in
bl**dy in the booth, k!lling beats no warning
make it out the ends, off limits be the gang godd*mn. (f*ck limits)

[outro]
i, i got, seven on the. (i)
i, i got, i –
i got seven on da trac’ and dass a wrap

- kid flamez lyrics

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