reality - yungliv lyrics
[intro]
hit a b*tton, morty, give me a beat
oh, man, okay, alright, um
raesam on the beat
[chorus]
my whole life been kinda f*cked up, i’m grinding for that check
i’m tryna get a hundred motherf*cking thousand in this [?]
see, we take down a couple plugs, i need another one, who next?
instead of writing this lil’ rap, i should be writing bro in jail, ayy
if we get up on a n*gga then we send them sh*lls
closed casket on the opps, we hit him right, he down the h*ll
opps calling like they sliding for they homie, we can’t tell
n*ggas know i’m otr, don’t give no f*ck, we causing h*ll
[verse 1]
we hit up his lil’ block, if i get caught, ain’t making bail
this for bro, i’m sending thirty milli’ with me, so f*ck 12
n*ggas know i was broke, ain’t dissing me now, i ain’t no ho
i was willing yelling fto, ain’t even had no pole
me and uno find a way to get them guns and [?] we tote
youngest f*cking never shot a gun before, he gon’ blow
walking through they block, broad day, recording, we want smoke
run it up, no other opp sh*t in these streets, can’t be broke ’cause
if i rob your ass, better be money in that coat
i don’t wanna k!ll your ass for nothing but it’s time to go
i forgot to get my mask for this, your other homie told
i ain’t going down for robbery, this stick up ain’t no joke
b*tches know they want f*ck the way my name all in they throat
baby, they just wishing lil liv dead, see, i don’t know
i just make it out these trenches, n*ggas say that i’m a goat
ain’t depend on n0body, depend money, we on go
i’ma get my f*cking ticket to the millions with this pole, ayy
b*tch, i run it up, just me and broski by that store
you can [?], prolly get you a one for four
that diablo got them [?] in the trap all in the floor
[?] i prolly run off ’cause i know that i’m next
and all these n*ggas wanna share
they see i’m grinding with this rap
either way i get that bag, you better know that i’ma flex it
fast ass car, living large with my [?]
[chorus]
my whole life been kinda f*cked up, i’m grinding for that check
i’m tryna get a hundred motherf*cking thousand in this [?]
see, we take down a couple plugs, i need another one, who next?
instead of writing this lil’ rap, i should be writing bro in jail, ayy
if we get up on a n*gga then we send them sh*lls
closed casket on the opps, we hit him right, he down the h*ll
opps calling like they sliding for they homie, we can’t tell
n*ggas know i’m otr, don’t give no f*ck, we causing h*ll
[verse 2]
we gon’ catch a opp and bury him and we gon’ slide again
i’m in this song like f*ck a 95, i’m ready for this sh*t
my n*ggas know i’m ready for that action, you know how this go
pull up on a n*gga lacking tryna open his front door and sh*t
uh, uh, lil’ brodie finish him
b*tch, we really with it, normally we just commit sins
[outro]
we really with the sh*t, n*gga
you know how we do this sh*t, let’s get it
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