Reality

[Intro: Ty Nati]

(Yeah)

(The Empire) Woo

Huh? Yeah

The realest shit of a nigga life, man

So gutter 'round here, you dig?

When you gotta get it, man

This rap shit be havin'  niggas goin' every which way, man

Confused-ass niggas

Yeah (Niggas definitely confused), ching-ching, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Nati]

They say rapping is good living huh? (Huh?)

You feel like when you get it, you gotta get it huh? (Huh?)

A lot of people think it's easy homie not at all

It make the same nigga feel like he ain't got 'em all (Amazin')

And when you stop poppin' off it's like Tylenol (Woo)

Until your single play out and you start dyin' off (Yeah)

Two choices, you either ride it 'til the tires off

Or switch it up and start singin' like Diana Ross (Woo)

I'm still a nigga in the trap, so who am I to talk?

I just zone out and produce it, play the piano soft

Niggas don't buy records, they try to make our asses soft

Off some pop shit, 'cause Rap City in the basement off

This hip hop shit, done slowed down since it taken off

And you can sit and complain, but it won't get you far

And you can pitch a hissy fit, curse and flip 'em off

Because to them, you the only, they depict you all

It's fucked up, nigga

[Chorus: Eddie B.]

Never promise what you can't keep

'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle

When faced with reality, reality

Never promise what you can't keep

'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle

When faced with reality, reality

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]

Look, they got me feelin' like

Fuck the world, 'cause we livin' in hell

Got me, pawning my chain, just to get him his bail

Yeah, my brother, that's my nigga, I'm supposed to be with you

Closest thing I ever had, to a fatherly figure

When my momma shook my pops, said he was a bullshitter

It was just me and my brother, look, my brothers my nigga

So, you know I got your back like your spine

And I'm yet to see another nigga ever match your grind

Nigga, twenty four seven, twilight to sunrise

It was nothin' they could tell us, it was money on our minds

It was triple Cuban links, all at the same time

It was bullet proof windows on them 745s, nigga

You know the games got it's lows and it's highs in it

You know them people keep they nose up my business

Is it a crime for a nigga to see the skies the limit

Reachin' for the stars will have you reachin' through the bars, it's a trap

[Chorus: Eddie B.]

Never promise what you can't keep

'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle (Right)

When faced with reality, reality (It's me)

[Verse 3: Numbers]

Yo, show me a stage and I rhyme a page

Rap, sing choruses performin' for the audience (Yeah)

They applauding, and record labels exploitin' (Right)

Tellin' stories of pain and then recordin' them

How they selling our slang and now they talkin' shit?

Wish I could give 'em my shoes and tell them walk in this

Thugs singin' the blues, and now they fortunate

Make 'em mad, flossin' shit they thought we'd never have (Yeah)

Ghetto niggas pullin' up in somethin' elegant

I guess if it's one man's trash, others will treasure it

So that settles it, metals spit, quick to be devil for the benefit, only if I'm gettin' rich

It's like a cycle, these tracks that I'm blessin'

Is mirrors to my pain, so I'm rappin' my reflection

Livin' in the rain, got me blackin' out, I'm stressin'

It's like I'm relivin' my vision, I'm repeatin' my life (Uh-huh)

My words fight back in punch lines disrespectful

But I'd rather have my voice box the instrumental (Okay)

I got a one track mind, puttin' lines together

And get some glow before I go, I can't shine forever, nope

[Chorus: Eddie B.]

Never promise what you can't keep

'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle

When faced with reality, reality

Never promise what you can't keep

'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle

When faced with reality, reality