Back to Reality

[Hook] Back to reality Back to a time before now and then I miss the ol’ ‘90s Cause it’s a time we’ll never have again [Verse 1] New school is outta line Sometimes I wish I could go back in time Back to the days when the niggas rapped for real And when they said that’ll kill yo ass, they will Sometimes I wish I was older twenty years ago So I can understand everything I begin to know now Down in the streets where that shit will go down Don’t even talk, all you hear is that pow Pow (echoes) Speak of the gun, speak of the devil I can only be real, so I guess I’m just a rebel In a generation where every motherfucker gotta put a mask on And never come out and say the lies they live on Hip-hop ain’t die, that shit has been gone Ever since the ‘90s, that’s the shit I depend on I be rapping for real, and I can never stop that Lame niggas don’t even know how to top that I have visions in my mind of leading the people I don’t look at your race, everybody is equal I don’t know why there’s violence, I don’t why people lie Or why a man can only cry when people die Fuck the world, never love a girl If her pussy is open to the whole world If you trapping that dope, then you’ll trap cocaine Might try to get out, but you’ll never ever change When I’m high as fuck in these clouds Nigga, I’m not even tryna get down Roll it up, my nigga, then pass it all around When you can’t even move, then you know you had loud Real nigga walkin through the hallway Make you feel important, like you on Broadway Fuck these niggas, I ain’t got no time to play Knock ‘em out, like I’m a motherfucking tidal wave [Hook] [Verse 2] Back in the day, everything was trill Back when everything used to be for real Being too good, everybody wanted to kill you Only because that they’ll never get to be you The dope game and the coke game Is the only thing that’ll never change Same name but a new day With an AK with that range (buh buh buh buh buh buh) Gimme my loud I’ma smoke that shit When I rap, I don’t intend to get that rich Only do it cause I love music So if you listen to me, then don’t mute my shit Is it okay-Is it okay-Is it okay To kill everybody cause of the love of the mon-eeyy? Not too many niggas come out with a 401k Compared to other days, Today Was a Good Day Call a girl a bitch, that’s the shit I would never do Unless they act like one, then I can’t help if I do it If you ain’t on my level then I can’t help if you losing Niggas today don’t even know how to rap to music The system has always been corrupt Don’t even know if they telling the truth or just a bluff I think everybody’s had enough Where these people don’t even care about you Making a buck Is more important That’s distorted Cain imported Might be snorted Not by me, but these other niggas Walkin around with these motherfucking extendo figures You’d think everything would be different by this millennium Only thing different is making stupid music for some millions And no quality in it At least back in the ‘90s ain’t nobody was tripping Over material ​ [Hook]