Reality - Hurricane Wisdom ft. FCG Heem

For real
I’m tryna tell lil’ bruh like… Like you one of them ones, for real
You feel me?
Real shit
That shit be hard when you speakin’ that real shit

In my own lane, I don’t think nobody want it bad as me
No complaining, I was grinding, turned my dreams to reality
They used to laugh at me
Thank my momma for having me
Thought I couldn’t do it, now I passed them niggas that was gas to me
Now them boys just trash to me (Fuckin’ ass)
Used to be in class with me
I wasn’t even in school but when I was, I was in class with weed (Straight gas)
I’m on the fastest speed
Lowkey on the fastest sweep
Pop out on my own, I had to realize hoes is bad for me (Hey, hey)
Just hold me down, that’s how you last with me
I been on the road, these shooters paid, they hop, blast for me
Youngin’ rock out shows, promoters knowin’, so bring the bag to me
And Lord knows I been in the wrong, why He keep blessing me?
‘Cause one day I’ma shine, stay down and grind, I’ma stick to that theory
Used to be a clown, I told ‘em laugh, boy, they all gon’ be cheering
King without my crown, bitch, I can’t die for everything I’m missing
I like my love, no strings attached, I guess that mean no kissing
Told bro’nem slide to Gelly, they say, “This shit is real live.”
And we flapped to her with switches, turn off everybody lights
These niggas think they bullies, I won’t be scared ‘til I die
Bitch, you gon’ meet this fully, my pops ain’t teach me how to fight
Nigga, please don’t lose yo’ life ‘cause you gamblin’ with it
My bitch gon’ call three times a month, that’s how I stand it
That’s how it goes, that’s how it goes
I stay on the go, I left my heart back on the road
Think I’m in love, this time won’t rush, I’ma take it slow
I done made it far but I know I got so far to go
I like when they ain’t know me, now I can’t go nowhere without my pole
I only wear my heart, they left it like my watch, that shit frozen
I ain’t taking nothin’ to the heart, that’s how it go
At least my momma proud, them niggas talking down, I’m playin’ slow
And I chased the grind, I’m stayin’ out the way, I’m layin’ low
“Hey, Momma. I’m fine,” it’s buttons on them blicks where I go
For the love of the money, them niggas change
Fucked me up, my nigga did all that time, he on the same shit
It’s a thousand ways to day, you say my name, you get yo’ brain split
Eyes on the prize, they tried to knock me off, I kept the flame lit (I kept the flame lit)