Reality lyrics

[Intro]
Hit a button, Morty, give me a beat
Oh, man, okay, alright, um
RaeSam on the beat

[Chorus]
My whole life been kinda f*cked up, I'm grinding for that check
I'm tryna get a hundred motherf*cking thousand in this [?]
See, we take down a couple plugs, I need another one, who next?
Instead of writing this lil' rap, I should be writing bro in jail, ayy
If we get up on a n*gga then we send them shells
Closed casket on the opps, we hit him right, he down the hell
Opps calling like they sliding for they homie, we can't tell
n*ggas know I'm OTR, don't give no f*ck, we causing hell

[Verse 1]
We hit up his lil' block, if I get caught, ain't making bail
This for bro, I'm sending thirty milli' with me, so f*ck 12
n*ggas know I was broke, ain't dissing me now, I ain't no ho
I was willing yelling FTO, ain't even had no pole
Me and Uno find a way to get them guns and [?] we tote
Youngest f*cking never shot a gun before, he gon' blow
Walking through they block, broad day, recording, we want smoke
Run it up, no other opp sh*t in these trenches, can't be broke 'cause
If I rob your ass, better be money in that coat
I don't wanna kill your ass for nothing but it's time to go
I forgot to get my mask for this, your other homie told
I ain't going down for robbery, this stick up ain't no joke
b*tches know they want f*ck the way my name all in they throat
Baby, they just wishing Lil LiV dead, see, I don't know
I just make it out these trenches, n*ggas say that I'm a goat
Ain't depend on nobody, depend money, we on go
I'ma get my f*cking ticket to the millions with this pole, ayy
b*tch, I run it up, just me and broski by that store
You can [?], prolly get you a one for four
That diablo got them [?] in the trap all in the floor
[?] I prolly run off 'cause I know that I'm next
And all these n*ggas wanna share
They see I'm grinding with this rap
Either way I get that bag, you better know that I'ma flex it
Fast ass car, living large with my [?]
[Chorus]
My whole life been kinda f*cked up, I'm grinding for that check
I'm tryna get a hundred motherf*cking thousand in this [?]
See, we take down a couple plugs, I need another one, who next?
Instead of writing this lil' rap, I should be writing bro in jail, ayy
If we get up on a n*gga then we send them shells
Closed casket on the opps, we hit him right, he down the hell
Opps calling like they sliding for they homie, we can't tell
n*ggas know I'm OTR, don't give no f*ck, we causing hell

[Verse 2]
We gon' catch a opp and bury him and we gon' slide again
I'm in this song like f*ck a nine-to-five, I'm ready for this sh*t
My n*ggas know I'm ready for that action, you know how this go
Pull up on a n*gga lacking tryna open his front door and sh*t
Uh, uh, lil' brodie finish him
b*tch, we really with it, normally we just commit sins

[Outro]
We really with the sh*t, n*gga
You know how we do this sh*t, let's get it