The Realist Lyrics

These cunts will sell their life

Ask em bout their rental price

He threw away the ice

But kept a sentimental pipe

Bros gonna have a child

But there ain't no parental guide

They say we born the same

But that's a fundamental lie

They said they'll get me for a diss

I do these instrumentals live

I flicked a couple pics

Now half their fits resemble mine

My mood der always switch

I got a temperamental mind

He really think he know me

He a friend of friend of mine

Tss

Where you come from

I probably kickback with the fullas that you run from

Climbing up the ladder, tryna find a way to play the game

But I put that life beside me when my lady came

I ain't rich, but I been hood

Why these cunts wearing that shit when they been good

He talking bout crimes, he a good boy

You don't know bout rough times

Couldn't cook, boy

Them times had me thinking if it's even worth it

Tied that shit around my neck until I blacked out

Woke up n said I'm gonna be a better person

On the come up if they asking where we at now

They walk around with their gang

I post up by myself

They get radio play

Ran up 100 by myself

They go to therapy

I fight my demons by myself

Broke the bond irreprably, I burnt the bridge

I'm by myself

Kick back with stoners

I went cold turkey by myself

Labels wanna own us

So I'm sold working by myself

Open the Coronas

If they cold, I'll drink em by myself

Said "come out to link"

I think I hinted I'm fine by myself

I don't like the po

They know

Driving past me slow

I'm tryna climb this slope

When I get over this hill

And they play me round the globe

And I can pay all the bills

Then we'll stop flipping this dope

I never sniffed no notes

I never played with no pills

My butha overdosed and turned white as a ghost

It's FTP till the day that I die

If they give you 25, I'll be screaming it still

My bro, I'm just too real

My bah call me the realist

I told him don't you smoke that shit my butha

Go and deal it

I been doing shows

tryna find a way to kill it

But my mind is pretty sick

I'm tryna find a way to heal it

I went back home, now my cousins all grown

It hit me way different from when we was on the phone

I spent a couple years tripping in my room alone

But it clicked, I told myself this wasn't it

And now I'm running for my throne

Young kid, young king

Cuz I did this on my own

Cuz they tried to whip me into simply whippin on the stove

I was dumb and pimply, walking, limping, packing on the roads

AJ keep a flicky in case anybody want the smoke

Tor

Life a gamble, roll the dice

Nussin here to much to handle when I roll with mine

My woman seen my life in shambles, told her hold me tight

I told them nussin here to much to handle when I roll with mine

They walk around with their gang

I post up by myself

They get radio play

Ran up 100 by myself

They go to therapy

I fight my demons by myself

Broke the bond irreprably, I burnt the bridge

I'm by myself

Kick back with stoners

I went cold turkey by myself

Labels wanna own us

So I'm sold working by myself

Open the Coronas

If they cold, I'll drink em by myself

Said "come out to link"

I think I hinted I'm fine by myself