Reality

Reality （）-Fat Pat /Big Hawk

Written by ：Patrick Hawkins

Yeah it's going down

Feel me Southside representing

Reality show love

Things are crazy in this life

Gotta get my smoke on

It's getting hard to hold on

Things are crazy in this life

Gotta get my smoke on

It's getting hard to hold on

One thing for sure gotta get my smoke on

Pop trunk dome light

Crawling down on chrome

Been in tragic society for twenty six year

See my ghetto peers locked

Mama shed so many tears

Highway to hell will it ever end for a brother

System got us killing each other

We supposed to love one another

The game got our minds in a headlock

But in reality we working for a jail block

Will it ever stop

I mean the game

Revolving doors escalator when it pours it rain

And there's no limit to life

So you gotta keep teaching

Practice what you preaching

Young minds that you reaching

To be above the rest is quest that you strive for

What you gotta realize

Material sh*t ain't nothing to die for

But I lie for my niggas that's gonna lie for me

And ride down on our so called enemy

Ain't no kin to me

But I intend to see

Brighter days where I'm headed

Everything copacetic

Big Benz super leaded

As I smash fat pat on the place

That's the way it gotta be

Tryna see a different level of the game fo sho

Ain't to old to learn

So I gotta listen you know

What I'm saying try to fear me

Cause I'm singing the blues

Every morning waking up

See myself on the news

Things are crazy in this life

Gotta get my smoke on

It's getting hard to hold on

Things are crazy in this life

Gotta get my smoke on

It's getting hard to hold on

Hot mind blown

Drifting off into space

Wondering will be a day when there is no hate

But it's too late because the system is corrupt

Young kids growing up with their minds f**ked up

Stuck up in the ghetto with no place to go

Tryna provide for the family but it's slow

And sh*t be a trip

Will we ever prevail

Tryna keep the family fit

Ain't taking us to jail

Living hell on earth that's what it is

But it goes back to when our parents were kids

We're just a new seed or a different breed

Born into the future at a high rate of speed

Shall I proceed

Jealousy and envy and greed

All them haters need is a push

And they'll be hiding in a bush

Tryna take what you got

That mean another brother shot

Devastating schemes and plots

My people mean a lot

No doubt we got cars but we gotta bombard

Pray to the lord

Keep our head straight above the sword

Time repeats itself so you gotta put it down

Roll over roll blunts and put the past behind

And try to maintain and capitalize on the game

And get your paper for your name and represent this thang

You known sayin'

Things are crazy in this life

Gotta get my smoke on

It's getting hard to hold on

Things are crazy in this life

Gotta get my smoke on

It's getting hard to hold on

We gotta hold on

We gotta hold on

We gotta hold on