Reality lyrics

sh*t ain't come easy for me b*tch I had it hard
n*ggas pass me the ball cuz I'm the shooting guard
Little baby in that ref on this boulevard
Put the pus*y to your face just for licking hard
Made it out them better fields I can show the scars
I told my dog I want 'em Rollies say he know it's ours
I want the money want the b*tches and them fast cars
I want the chicken want the biscuit keep the coleslaw
The OG's left my daddy told me keep it raw
Shoot a figga in a jaw I don't need a straw
Never go against the boss loyalty is law
Rule number one never tell what you saw
Still two dying to get rich I ain't got no patience n*ggas hating
20 own me and I just made it
Keep elevating
All this cookie keep me meditating
Hit a n*gga block we a hundred shots that's a demonstration
Alright then n*gga get in the booth and just start rapping
Everyday my n*ggas carry sticks we about action
And we all trapping all this seeing got me b*tch matching
In our head as many on my head so we gon' double that
Before my n*gga try to get my crush he better shuffle that
n*ggas stand crispy but they broke what that hustle that
All this f*cking ice show my wrist I am walking brick
I just made a 100 thousand dollars for talking sh*t
And I still be around them n*ggas that be trucking sh*t
You ain't put out your heart to that whore and that a bought the b*tch
All that hating on DZ ain't gon' get you sh*t
Stay in your lane you cross my path that'll get you hit
A young n*gga came from the bottom
I told my n*ggas don't you worry yeah you know that I got 'em
Three offers on the table I'm a big problem
Where was y'all n*ggas at when my stomach was growling
I can take 50 thousand to buy some house
n*gga spent ten thousand on beers and couch
All I wanna do is see my mama smiling
She ain't enjoy seeing her boy out here clowning
15 thousand on my neck n*gga
I just catch a 100 thousand dollar check n*gga
It's a cool quarter of my rich n*gga
I run through the trenches with my stick n*gga
They try to slow me down but I'm still moving
I ain't getting on the high but I'm still shooting
My dog coming down with that sh*t to move me
They gon' tell y'all too much we gonna stick to music