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Мова пісні: Англійська
RĖÂŁITY. |
| You know very well |
| Get twisted Sundays |
| You know very well |
| Yeah yeah yeah |
| You know very well |
| Ouu |
| You know very well |
| Who you are |
| Look it was all reality |
| Mamma ain’t really have no salary |
| Clothes raggedy |
| Chili bowl on my head was a tragedy |
| No one laughed at me |
| Cause whether they was student or faculty |
| When it came to cappin' they referred to me as your majesty |
| Lowkey |
| A coping mechanism |
| I told jokes cause I was broke |
| And hoped it would divert some attention |
| From the fact that we was five kids living in one room |
| Ain’t hit me till we played hide and seek |
| Nowhere to run to but the closet |
| Deserve applauses for making it out the slums |
| Gotta be flawless or hella cautious to make it without a gun |
| Hear ye hear me loud and clearly |
| Ain’t no Bambi’s on my block |
| They get turnt to deer meat |
| Ouu |
| Rap cats fear me |
| Yahweh steer me |
| Biggie must be near me |
| How these beats be dearly |
| Departed don’t start it if you can’t finish hard |
| My partners retarded was jackin' foreign cars |
| But we was just in high school though |
| When MOB safely on a daily |
| Was advice to those guys who told me |
| They can’t live life too slow |
| And then I’d teach them how you can |
| Ryu flow haha |
| Ha dat dat duken |
| Imma grind till my mamma out here drop the couping |
| Thot thots choosing |
| Block hot |
| Crock pot brewing |
| Touch Fat I’ll cock back |
| And have ya to suwuupin bloody |
| It’s all piece lil buddy |
| Murder tracks and interludes |
| Word to Rican McGusty |
| Used to wanna make the trunk shutter like Bubba Ray Dudley |
| Get my highly effective habits straight from Stephen A. Covey |
| Hell I be reading on the low |
| Disagree with being broke |
| Ultra light beaming lowkey feel like a beacon when I flow |
| I remember being poor |
| We was sleeping head to toe |
| Jacking oatmeal cookies and star crunchies from stop and go |
| Kenneth Cole |
| Guess jeans penny loafs |
| Everyday I was digesting plenty jokes |
| It was cold |
| Who’d ever thought that I’d heat up |
| Put instrumentals on my plate then break them down and eat them up |
| Not me before this |
| I played ball |
| You can google me |
| If I met you in the hole it was a eulogy |
| I swear to God is amuses me |
| How I went from broads shooing me to tryna groove with me |
| Because I’ve musically transitioned |
| Now I’m at a higher level |
| Caught me in a rainy season |
| This some dry weather |
| I chose Fat cause I knew I couldn’t acquire better |
| Me and Fat notebook status |
| We tryna die together |
| Don’t smoke but if I did we’d get high together |
| Or do like the O’Jays and prolly cry together |
| I ain’t gonna lie |
| We was abstinent to the highest level |
| But dog that ceremony over |
| That means it’s pie for dinner |
| Ouu |
| You know very well |
| Dog that ceremony over |
| That means it’s pie for dinner |
| Ouu |
| You know very well |
| You know very well |
| You know very well |
| Who you are |