Reality Lyrics – YungLiV
Singer: YungLiV
Title: Reality
Hit a button, Morty, give me a beat
Oh, man, okay, alright, um
RaeSam on the beat
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#gg# then we send them shells
Closed casket on the opps, we hit him right, he down the hell
Opps calling like they sliding for they homie, we can’t tell
n#gg#s know I’m OTR, don’t give no f#ck, we causing hell
We hit up his lil’ block, if I get caught, ain’t making bail
This for bro, I’m sending thirty, so f#ck 12
n#gg#s 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 kill your #ss for nothing but it’s time to go
I forgot to get my mask for this, 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#gg#s say that I’m a goat
Ain’t depend on nobody, 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#gg#s 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 #ss car, living large with my
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#gg# then we send them shells
Closed casket on the opps, we hit him right, he down the hell
Opps calling like they sliding for they homie, we can’t tell
n#gg#s know I’m OTR, don’t give no f#ck, we causing hell
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#gg#s know I’m ready for that action, you know how this go
Pull up on a n#gg# 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
We really with the sh#t, n#gg#
You know how we do this sh#t, let’s get it
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