Reality

[Verse 1: Ea$y Money] Y'all better salute a G and act right when you see me It's real just more than what we recite in a CD You fighting with Ea$y I'm lighting a DE The flare from that shit'll give you vitamin D, B We put them biscuits straight through ribs That'll give you the business, no patronage And we all love them hoodrats Difference is your bitches get ratchet We fuck with them bitches with ratchets You grip it and flash it Would you click it and clack it? Are you quicker to pass it To your nigga to blast it? Homie we come through and airing the place Flipping your head, that's not keeping your hair in place Bunch of niggas from the streets who get it Lead through with it The steel jam, fuck it we gon' beat you with it Uh, the game out of the same cat that'll hug you Will aim at you then let your brain splatter Like you ain't matter [Verse 2: Hectic] Hey yo it's S to the T dot Family in attendance Pray to the Lord but no more for repentance I'm repping to my team 'til death be my sentence Speak in diagrams but y'all can't comprehend it The streets are hectic Burn rubber like contraceptives You got a question? Spit flames to teach a lesson There's no contesting Homies killers with comprehension I'm a law town nigga that rebel with no question Projection screen niggas Your TV funny My terminology hectic, ask Ea$y money Practice the art of sin when I snuck in the club And got a clip all up in your mug Got blood on the rug I got a sleeper and a couple of snubs Say something if you trying to thug You bitch nigga It's S-T and we up in the cut Snitch niggas catch the butt of the gun you bitch nigga [Verse 3: Termanology] Reality is seeing and doing and not waiting The more daydreaming, the making procrastinations Every day pass, the opportunity you could of wasted You woke up and saw your face, it could have been amazing The shit is you're so lazy, so quick to get wavy But can't take the time out to pick up your own baby Look me in the eyes If you got something to say to me I woke up and grinded everyday, and waited patiently Hopped out the booth And showed rappers they couldn't play with me Rappers double as famous they shook to step on the stage with me This only confirms my suspicion they was afraid of me Speeding through life Push you out your lane, trying to race with me I break bread with those that break bread with me You bringing nothing to the table homie, how you gon' eat? So you asking me to take a plate from my daughter Cause you never got on your grind Man you out of your mind Grow up