Reality Of The Situation

[Verse 1: Jae Millz] My daughter need bodywash, papers and wipes And her brother need new school clothes and Nike's Sometimes I be like; "fuck the clubs, there's more to life" They shot that boy in broad day, he never saw the night My man just came home from sitting some years He like; "yo where that album at, why shit ain't in gears? What's up with Birdman, what's good with Wayne?" My reply is always the same, you know the game You got to play it, can't just say you're loyal you got to display it And I'm so solid you can weigh it Nigga I said my crown never faded So I'm riding 'til the wheels fall off And them mufflers scrape it, Young Money [Hook] It's just the reality of the situation And some of you may ask; what's the situation? I'm still trying to find out myself Sometimes I look up to the sky for help It's just the reality of the situation And some of you may ask; what's the situation? I'm still trying to find out myself I guess it's times to lace up my shoes and tighten my belt [Verse 2: Jae Millz] I bet niggas want to know how I'm still afloat Plus condos and [?] reaching at the coast Went from a recording artist, to a CEO And this is all with no album up in your nearest scoop Fuck niggas, get money, fuck bitches too And fuck a franchise, live for them people that live for you Only family at the table so them thieves can't get in I keep my circle airtight, the breaths can't even fit in Lord, pray for me And if I die today just have som wine and a girl at them gates for me That identically resemble the mother of my daughter I'd take her with me, but as far as my daughter, who'd be there for her? That's a no-no You ask, I don't know though Mr. Overloyal with no budget for promo Had to make it pop for myself Stayed hot by myself No appearances on albums Had to keep my presence felt, nigga [Hook] [Verse 3: Jae Millz] Smoking cigars, top floor me and my slime Vado Been cool 20 years, ask Harlem, that's no lie though Mob ties, unbreakable bonds but you can try though We're still godfathers of each other kids 'til we die though If you're a real nigga you look in the mirror And take half of the blame before you point a finger Kid said you can't get money, you're useless And all you ever [?] had these excuses and that's real shit My day one niggas I'm still with We beef a bit, but understand that's who I'm still with How many of you jocks say the same? I'm loyal to my team, not loyal to my team's name It's a difference, at least it is how I play Never owned a surfboard, I don't ride waves Only thing I'm missing is a fucking plat Then the world gon' jump on my dick and that's a sad fact, but [Hook]