Back to Reality

[Intro]
JV produced it
That lil' boy from Florida
That lil' boy from Florida
Havok on da beat bitch

[Verse 1]
That lil' boy from Florida, you know he in love with choppas
Adrienne can't keep him out of trouble, he don't love his papa
He keep that pistol, paranoid he just might stank his patna'
He don't got no trust for none of these bitches so he quick to drop 'em
They got him fucked up, now he trippin', won't stop 'till he pop 'em
He kick yo' door for dumb decisions, he knock out yo' knowledge
They say he should've been like Ariel and went to college
Amber strugglin', she got three lil' girls, his people facin' problems
He in that cell and now he thinkin', "Was it really worth it?"
The months is passin' and he agin', guess them shackles workin'
But he got a plans to run his future, seen his people hurtin'
He jump out, a nigga stop that movement, he might have to murk 'em
Don't make no moves then you won't eat so we gon' have to work it
I told that bitch, "Ain't shit fa' free" so she gon' have to twerk it
You niggas talkin' to police, well I'm gon' call the surgeon
Doctor come then he cut out yo' tongue, yo' lips tight like a virgin
I got this anger on my spirit, I been tryna purge it
So you be cool and act a fool, then I'm gon' fuckin' burn 'em
These bitches never heard of loyalty, that's why they burnin'
You can't be my queen, no royalty, 'till you show me you worth it

[Chorus]
In reality I'm slangin' iron, I'm gon' keep the .9
If it's beef then we gon' slide, it's gon' be a homicide
If we pull up, he outside then that boy gon' die tonight
Stolo surfin', creeping quiet, spinnin' while you sleeping tight
In reality, I'm slangin' iron, I'm gon' keep the .9
If it's beef then we gon' slide, it's gon' be a homicide
If we pull up, he outside then that boy gon' die tonight
Stolo surfin', creeping quiet, spinnin' while you sleeping tight

[Verse 2]
His second mama, Miss Marvetta, she was preachin' better
He love her house because she teach her sons, do what she tell 'em
He home alone, he tryna blow his brains with that Beretta
He locked down in mental chains, cryin', his body won't let 'em
They think he straight, he got a home but they don't know what's in it
His people always want his dome so he just keep his distance
He actin' crazy, pull that chrome out, put it on his sister
Tell that hoe he really thuggin', watch her mouth, or she gon' feel it
He play his cards right, got a joker, best don't make 'em deal it
He want them answers, he might beat you senseless 'till you spill it
He listen to YoungBoy, smoke Doja, and think about millions
He won't be broke no more, chasin' no hoes, thinkin' 'bout business

[Chorus]
In reality I'm slangin' iron, I'm gon' keep the .9
If it's beef then we gon' slide, it's gon' be a homicide
If we pull up, he outside then that boy gon' die tonight
Stolo surfin', creeping quiet, spinnin' while you sleeping tight

[Outro]
Long Live Go Krazy
Nigga, rest up Quon
Rest up Tmoney, nigga
Thug love to li' Tommy
This for everybody who done been through somethin' y'all gon' feel me