Reality Kings

[Intro: John Anthony] Ayo, it's nothing but king in the circle huh? Shit, haters die today Love the fans, fuck the people [Verse 1: John Anthony] October cold as the sun bitch Landlord took my food away It was spent on late rent All 'cause of this lame job Benches be my day job Wish hunger took its days off Sometimes I just nod off Get full of a jug of water Chug (Chug), Glug (Glug) When honey sandwiches taste like gold When 1-800 calls feel cold When a phone call from home Feel like a phone call from God Call me home How long would this tumbleweed run? Is my belly made of stone? Will I do better? Who better? Seems like these crackers made of gold They made of gold Seems like that everyone around me is doing better than before And God named me after Martyr lessons from a Baptist Wish I did more action And that "It", I wish I had it (And that "It", I wish I had it) Instead all this bad luck getting passed around like murder This Cancerous and Aquarius Drowning in these deep thoughts Gold like a canary Will I fail? Will I fail? Is this that real? Is this that real? Uh If I don't die then I'ma kill (Kill) Is this that real? Is this that real? Uh If I don't die then I'ma kill (God) [Bridge 1: Bugus] Madman kill us, madman thrill us Mad gorillas and he gave me, he gave me Madman kill us, madman thrill us Mad gorillas and he gave me, he gave me [Verse 2: Bugus] Tell you something that I probably shouldn't tell Locked up, twenty thou' for the bail Flowers in mail, showers in jail It's burning my soul like I was in hell I'm burning my bow playing for her Promised my momma I'd stay in the church Won't lay in a hearse I'm high, I'm drunk, laying a verse Riding in it with my niggas Vibing, praying we gone make it work Saying "Who gone make it first?" [Bridge 2: Bugus & Russ] Yeah, yeah Like "Who gone make it first?" Vacation, oh [Chorus: Russ] All I know is to do me, me I just hope you feel the same, same I just want you to be free, free Recognizing [?] [Verse 3: Russ] Everybody that I wanna succeed One goal: stand on your own two feet Making my own soundtrack plus three Lot of laughs, lot of "Fuck yous" So we fill our cups Kinda like a blunt how we spill our guts Middle fingers up to the next man I'm groomed for this life, I'm the best man And I'm less than impressed with you Life is a guest, yeah I guess it's true Guess it's true, I'm vibing out I'm vibing out and I'm telling you, yeah Rrreebah, Vacation motherfuckers [Chorus: Russ] All I know is to do me, me I just hope you feel the same, same I just want you to be free, free Recognizing [?]