Reality
• Written by LuvXo
Who you think you is knocking on my door, huh
You talk to me like a broski
I lost my boy Reggie in a drive-by
RIP man
He the only person who understood me
He my idol boy
Chill'n on the isle of the lost boy
Been lost since my boy Brady got hit
Died in my arms
He was like a brother to me
Now it's jus me and Natile
I'm a lonely G
All this money isn't helping me
Just delaying the future of the melody
No need to help me
I don't take handouts
Keep your money and your cash
I got my own in the stash
I'm young-money in this crib
Spending my cash tryna make myself happy
Reality is super crappy
I'm super trappy
Make's my mamma unhappy
Can't make everyone happy
Guess that's how reality checks me
Drink'n all this henny got m feel'n kinda menacey
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LuvXo
Member since February 25 2020