Reality Check

Yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I've fallen in love, but this is not a love song
Nigga

Okay
Trying to teach the youth
Man this really off the noggin
Y'all lost in these screens like to live you gotta log in
And no relationship is ever lasting past the PM
You really just a coward so you lying in the DM's
Just to get a BM
Nigga I'm the BM
Using all my pictures
Niggas know you wanna be him
I'm stuck behind these bars and it's a riot if they free him
I'm serving 16's for life
That's a dream for a felon of a murder to mic's
That's that Conrad
Or James Earl Ray
They tryna kill the King and comrades
We in a place where we just wanna thug it out
So when we up in arms just know we'll never hug it out
I'm a victim of your systematic ways
Fucking with my people put a pistol on my waist
Mask on in the future I'm just tryna save face
I'm praying for the prey
Cause I know it's severe
While these vultures in the sky
They just circle my fears
And it's crazy cause like Floyd a nigga boxed in
But on the bottom of pyramid's where we locked in
So if we spinning tops I'm on point with this non sense
Just geometry
A little bit of change though
A penny for these thoughts
With nonsense
Got a dime
And I roll it off my rainbow
Cause luck ain't at the bottom
Just all my homies, taxes, and more shit we can't pay for nigga

I've fallen in love with the life I live
I've fallen in love with the life I live
I've fallen in love with the life I live
Not really, I'm just used to getting treated like shit

I've fallen in love with the life I live
I've fallen in love with the life I live
I've fallen in love with the life I live
Not really, I'm just used to getting treated like shit

I've fallen in love, I've fallen in love (Love)
I've fallen in love, I've fallen in love (Love)
I've fallen in love, I've fallen in love
Not really I'm just
Whoa

Okay, now this ones for the girl I met when I was bout 3
In the back of the truck I heard your voice on a Jay CD
And I was like fuck
A nigga didn't know sex
But after that you can bet
I'm tryna impregnate cassettes
Yeah, have the car shake like tweeters in the back
Feel my fingers on ya hips
And have you hopping on my track
Look
16 years later
Who knew that I'd have you trapped
Now we bout to have a baby
I know I'm not smart
But my greatest joy in life was naming it Nightmare Park
Just a tale of awful tragedies we see in the dark
And as I open this bible for the last time going in
I hope before you say good riddance to these written's that you listen again
Ain't gotta live your life in minds to feel the deepness within
And that depression is just a testing of you in ya skin
Just do you and you win
Nowadays it takes a lot to be yourself
It ain't shit to pretend
Mannn
Understand they plan is meant to keep us numb
So we picking up the pipe
Then we picking up the pint
And this world ain't really safe
So we picking up the gun
So they pick a nigga off
While they walking with they son
Life is really just a fucking pick and choose
Picket signs and picking shoes
Picking pockets
Just to pick a time on any watch they lose
I'm the one you gotta worry about
I really tell the truth
I ain't ever been a snitch
I'm just tryna save the youth
In this castle I call home
Though it's broker than a middleman
Living out my dreams through notebooks
Under ceiling fans
Pouring out my heart
Guess that's why
When we die
That's when people see our mark
I'm all I got

As I'm closing this bible
The cheat code for our survival
I embark inside the dark praying flowers do seek revival
The truth lies within is sincere as a letter's end
No one knows the real you
Not even you and you him
Not even you and you him