False Reality

[Intro] You get what you get, nigga Ay freeze, bring me that lighter bro Go ahead and light something up Vibe with me [Verse 1: Dizzy Wright] Never letting this entertainment business drive me (drive me) Never will I let being famous make me cocky (making me cocky) So I watch out for these bitches Cause it'll take them thirty years for them To try to tarnish your name like Bill Cosby No paparazzi all in front of my steps Sometimes, we brothers, we just do that shit to ourselves We learn from it with a little help in a major way I'm just hoping we don't fuck around And make the same mistakes (okay) But look I'm back here in the same spot that I left in (that I left in) You don't know me, cool I'm making my very best first impression Been blessed to send yall a message For every time you get into the mood I'm here for the grown folks to youth Your family and boo and you I'm talking everybody You can accept it at your own pace But we can't keep screaming racism If we killing our own race Not only are we against them We against us We been fucked up Cause this rap life is a fucking false reality [Hook] If I could make a living keeping it real with y'all Keeping it real with y'all, keeping it real with y'all Then I could go to the grave knowing I did my job Did my job by not promoting a false reality Touching the world, got to make this music live forever man Live forever man, live forever man Never let someone make you feel you don't feel deserve everything These false realities ain't everything ([?] know I'm right) [Verse 2] She was dying on the outside Baby was growing on the inside Bringing a new life into this life How did it get this way? Dealing with these petty thugs That rather hit every club Instead of giving they baby mama belly rubs Childish things Lie about a lot of these things Like trying to get close to bad bitches Not knowing we putting down our queens We don't even notice all this drama we cause Look, if you don't know nothing about how to love, brother You don't know nothing at all Thinking like what if fifty years ago They had what we got? These cell phones or the Internet Would have been divided by color You all can't even prepare us for this shit we dealing with now So the newer niggas gotta be able to help their younger brothers And love each other Cause the people still talking The soul of Doctor King is still marching We dealing with these everyday tragedies Kids wrapped up in the rap life That's false reality (No I don't got to bring up race to know this country was build off it, I'm just saying) [Hook]