Reality Got A Hold On Me

[Intro]
What's up, Grimm
Yeah, a nigga don't come out till night
And all these niggas, mane
These playa haters, mane
They can't stand this shit
Check this out

[Verse 1: Chi Chi]
I look sober yondering, what do I see?
All of my niggas with Glocks around me
Visions of Psalm 23th in my head
Though, I walk through the valley with my infrared
Where do you run? Where do you hide?
It's gonna be a homicide
Niggas layin' on the curbs, bodies all in plastic bags
Why do I walk away and hit the whiffs, and let my khakis sag?
They say a life is a terrible thing to waste
Do you mind if I stick my hand in yo guts
And tell you, "How do intestines taste?"
Niggas think I'm friendly, no, I'm not
Pop goes the Glock, my standards get shocked
"You smokin' rocks" No, I ain't, my nigga, just reality
Niggas are constantly askin' me
Where do I put they bodies, G
Pumpin', fillin' yo body up with lead
How you gonna kill me when I'm already dead?
Botch your head
I guess I'll begin to fuckin' slaughter
Murderin' mothers, fathers, daughters
Son of a bitch, it's not hard to die
Why, oh why must I leave you to the flies?
Higher than the clouds because I'm out of the atmosphere
Pass the razorblade and, bump into Hell, my dear
Fear no other man on this planet
Havin' crazy dreams
I'm losin' it, god damnit
I gotta hold onto reality, because reality got a hold on me

[Verse 2: Lil Grimm]
You look into my eyes, the body, I snatch, you daze
You roam into my skull, you'll be trapped up in my maze
Come fight the reaper, soul keeper, niggas deeper
Enter edge of my world, but this ho called steeper
Creepin' on that other level, have you ever met the Devil?
Suicidal, ghostwriter, bustas made me use my shovel
Diggin' holes for you bitches, mind lurker, wicked thoughts
Seven bodies dead without they heads on the [?]
Havin' bad dreams, so I jump out my bed
And snatch 'em, me and Chi Chi creepin'
Nigga, under where we capture
Bodies, 'cause you run your lip
Readin' through them evil scripts
Do you hear that noise I hear?
Cast a spell, you disappear
Rollin' through the mist of fog
Follow through Deadrick Road
Where your soul is tooken, and your flesh is ice cold
Bustas, can you do this shit?
Mind lurker with the torch and take your body to the
Dream and beat you to them voices
The doctors got no medicine to cure this fuckin' headache
Take some more, he gave me his power from the Crystal Lake
Look up in the sky
Oh, so glad, how can't I see reality
Got a hold on me just like Chi Chi?

[Verse 3: Chi Chi]
Lord bless me for every sin I committed
Who did the murder, who did the murder? Ha, I did it
Why did I do it? The Devil told me so
Mommy, daddy, tell the Devil to let me go
My neighbors tell me, "Hey, mane, get a grip"
'Cause every time I grab, a nigga's bound to fuckin' slip
'Cause every time I buck a busta down, I ask "Why?"
I grab's my Philly blunt and dip it in formaldehyde
And maybe it's the dope that got me clickin'
Or maybe it's the coke that got me trippin'
I don't give a fuck, I'll guess I'll let it ride
I go up under my carpet, grab my nickel plated nine
Nobody understands, get them demons off of me
Reality got a hold on Chi, pass the P

[Outro: Lil Grimm]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grimm in this mothafucka with my nigga Chi Chi
Sayin' we droppin' this shit
Look out on the lookout for that
Mothafuckin' Westwood Click, niggas
We out this bitch