Realism

[Verse 1]
Late to bed and early to rise
I can't sleep 'cause I ain't got a dime
I'm losing my poems, fuck the boys, never slippin', fuck a hoe
If wasn't for my hands, what the fuck would I have pockets?
I dreamed the heat and 3 squares meters
Wish my only problem was ?feel?
I can't feel a thing, my body's undernourished
When a niggas hungry...
He gets a strange type of fucking courage
I'm on fire but my veins are cold
I'm way past excited still my heart pumps low
I got nothing to lose...
Except life itself, I'm in trifling health
But still I stroll 5 or 6 miles per day
I'ma G 'til I die, nigga fuck, but anyway
It's just a small formality...
Ain't nothing reality where nigga in reality for real?

[Chorus]
Ain't nothing real in this realism
'Cause I'm realist, down to kill
Ain't nothing real like reality itself
I've be stay down 'til I take my last breath

[Verse 2]
Just about ready to slip a note to be your vein
Caesar Ese's, I knew it from back in the day
Slid a nigga 5000 grams
To a nigga with at least 5000 scams
Add to extra two, now a super cool
With the L on the front, nigga, what you want?
I got them sold up from L.A. to Diego
Hell yeah, I got the squeal but I won't still the bombay hoe
Niggas is getting mad, they getting jealous
The dollars is they weakness, they tryna to set trip
They've been trying to push it for my family
Now that's is the low below of lowest
Matter fact this shit is so scandolous, G
I only set trip the folks that trip on me
Leading the folks to the shit and go straight for the Jeep
They want to do me because of my salary
But I got somethin' real for they ass, call reality, nigga

[Chorus]
Ain't nothing real in this realism
'Cause I'm realist, down to kill
Ain't nothing real like reality itself
I've be stay down even this mean death

[Verse 3]
First I ain't had shit to live, but I got some to die
I got somethin' for crime, I got somethin' for drive-by foes
Before I can't afford meals, I catch it 8 to 9 marks slippin' (Now, that isn't a bitch?)
Now how can I serve them all? (Hmmm...)
I burn in fact they house down and wait for the ass to crawl
Out the front door chores and flames
And start to let loose like a one man gang
I'm watching niggas blood pump
I bet you punk motherfuckers won't be threatening no kids no more
I go to somewhere clean, leaves without a trace
Kept my mask dumb, ain't nobody seen my face
I only gave them what they paid for
I only served on what they played for
That's why they get sprayed for
That's what they get for get for trying to battle me
Tryin' to kill me to my family, now that's reality