Reality

I'm young, just having fun
Never got a taste of reality
I ain't got no job, I work
But I never get a motherfucking salary

I know what goes on inside my mind
But to you, it's just a mystery
They think that I only rap
But I'm the greatest artist in history

In and out, no restaurant
I'm talking bout my mind
Should I release this shit
Everyday, I'm seeing signs

I always try to help my friends
But they still sad inside
I don't wanna hear on the news that you died to suicide

I know life is full of lies
You shouldn't wanna die though
No fake smiles, no disguise
Yeah, yeah I know

You go through a lot more than me
One person's help is a lot less than you need
You need to talk to everybody
As a crew, we can help anybody
Yeah, I'm sorry
If you die so does a part of me

I'm young, just having fun
Never got a taste of reality
I ain't got no job, I work
But I never get a motherfucking salary

I know what goes on inside my mind
But to you, it's just a mystery
They think that I only rap
But I'm the greatest artist in history

All you mumble rappers thinking that you hot shit
Rapping to my friends it's like they vibing in the mosh pit
Yes I'm in command, I be sitting in the cockpit
I'm not always lyrical yes sometimes I'm melodic

Huh, let me switch up the topic
I don't want no fake friends cause they always be so toxic
I'm showing up, going up, blowing up like I'm atomic
You in my comments acting up, I call that outta pocket



Credits
Writer(s): Damon Failla
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