Tonart: Bb major
Intro 1
Eb
Cm
Eb
F
Cm
Eb
F
Verse 1
Cm
Eb
Late to bed and early to rise,
F
I can't sleep cause I ain't got a dime
Cm
Eb
I'm losing my points, fuck the boys,
no strength to jock a hoe
F
If it wasn't for hands,
what the fuck would I have pockets for?
Eb
I dreams of heat and three square meals
F
I wish my only problem was a feel,
Eb
Cm
I can't feel a thing
Eb
My body's under nourishment
F
When a nigga's hungry,
he get this strange type of fuckin' courage
Cm
Eb
I'm on fire but my veins are cold
F
I'm way past excited,
still my heart pumps slow
Eb
I got nothin' to lose
F
Except life itself
I'm in triflin' health
Eb
But still I stroll five or six miles a day
F
I'm a
G till I die, nigga, fuck
Eb
But anyway, it's just a small formality
F
Ain't nothin' realer to a n***a than reality,
for real
Cm
Eb
Ain't nothin' realer than this realism,
F
cause I'm real, it's down the key
Eb
Now it's, ain't nothin' realer than reality itself,
F
I'm gonna stay down till I take my last breath
Cm
Eb
Just about ready to snip a note to
V .O .V.
F
Seize the essay I knew
from back in the day
Eb
Swear to n***a, five thousand grams
F
To a n***a with at least
five thousand scams
Eb
Add the extra to a whoop,
F
now I swoop a coup with the
L on the front
Eb
Nigga, what you want? I got them sold up from
L .A. to
Diego
F
Hell yeah, got the swell, but it's still the
Eb
Bombay ho
Cm
Eb
Niggas is gettin' mad,
F
they gettin' jealous, they dialin'
Whitson
They tryin' to set trip,
Cm
Eb
they been tryin' to push up on my family
F
Now that's the lowest of all lows,
in fact, that shit is scandalous,
Cm
G
Eb
I only set trip on those who trip on me
F
Leave they folks up out the shit
and go straight for the
G
Cm
Eb
They wants to do me cause of my salary but
F
I got something real for they ass called reality
Eb
Nigga, ain't nothing realer
than this realism
F
Cause I'm real, down the key now
Cm
Eb
It's a, ain't nothing realer
F
than reality itself
I'm gonna stay down even
if it means death
Eb
First I ain't had shit to live
But now I got something to die
F
I got something to cry
Eb
Cm
I got something to drive by for
Eb
Therefore I can't afford to miss
F
I catch 8 of them mugs sniffing out
Eb
Cm
Eb
Now how can I serve them all?
F
I burn the back of they house down
Eb
And wait for they ass to crawl
Cm
Eb
Out the front door, inflamed
F
Cm
And start to let loose like a one man gang
Eb
Cm
Eb
I'm watching niggas blood poke
F
I bet you punk motherfuckers
Eb
Won't be threatening no kids no more
Cm
Eb
I get some wet cleans,
leaves without a trace
F
Kept my mask on,
Eb
ain't nobody seen my face
Cm
Eb
I only gave them what they paid for
F
I only served them what
they played for
Eb
Cm
Eb
That's what they get for trying to battle me,
F
Gb
trying to kill me with my family, now that's reality.
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