My Reality

Dope guns and blow packs thats my reality
I can't trust on no hoe that shit a fallacy
I gotta hunnid round chop nigga thats my calvary
Cuz casually dat bitch a turn a nigga to a casualty

Eleven thousand on the table
I missed two stomach shots the chest shot was fatal
And I caught a opp hoe scoping
That's my bitch when he went in she left the door open
Nigga aye
Who is that what you got what you need
Naw I can't sell you no three five I got p's
If you can't suck me let yo friend do it I got needs
You don't smoke you jus grow it huh well I got seeds

John cena on the break they can't see me on the court
I ain't shootin up yo house unless I see you on the porch
Shoot yo house party up I ain't coming here to kid and play
After I fuck you gotta find where you finna stay
Take it to the sink then I threw some water on it
My dick hard im finna put a nigga daughter on it
Try me lil nigga wouldn't dare do it
Pull up driver side up glock send a pair thru it
Put a hole thru a nigga then I stare thru it
You hit the sto and woke up in the care unit



Credits
Writer(s): Alvin Anderson
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