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Reality Video (MV)




Performed By: SLG STICK
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Shay Jefferson, Bradley Jefferson
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SLG STICK - Reality Lyrics
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They say I do too much but you just hating dawg
Told me try my luck, it ain't no luck at all
These f*ck niggas thinking ain't no plan at all
I'm real nigga but it ain't no talk at all
I went right when it was right time to tell it all
I look left and look right it's like a vacant hall
So I paved my own way without the f*cking answers
Shit got tough with boog up in the slammer
Northeast dough boys treat me like they family
My momma so rough she stabbed him when it happened
Went to school the next day like nothing f*cking happened
Been grown nigga never had to wear a pamper
Hiding poles in the woods while they lighting candles
Been gone so long, had to show up after
Call me stick but I stick it like a linebacker
Never mind that, I'm just tryna get these racks Stay low and sit back just like a Cadillac
This life shit getting real and ain't no winding back
Persevered through all this shit, these pussies hating that
Slump black just in case a nigga wanna scrap
I ain't tryna start no shit but I'ma handle that
I'ma stay about to mix so I ain't gotta max Seen a lot in this field, this trauma coming back
Smoking gas and popping pills, tryna forget the rest
Be the best, I ain't tryna brag on the biggest catch I redirect, mind racing tryna pass this test
Body tired, having seizure to stop drinking by the liter
Shit real, calling FEMA I ain't never been a wiener
On one hand, I can count my features, I don't need these people all I need is shay, cause I'm an angel, not a demon
If you push my buttons, I can blow for a lot of reasons
I'ma do the work, I'm manifesting not no dreaming
Slg tag teaming beaming steaming changing like the seasons
Daddy got twelve, ten, baby momma's filled with semen
You left your kids to go to prison, that's a different type of meaning
Momma showed me how to be a man and how to clean my penis
Told me wipe my tears away, don't want the opp's to find the weakness
Not from round the way bombs away, when we meet him, ain't no greetings Just pop a man, we leave him and retreat him F*ck it, yesterday is today and we need it
They say I do too much, but you just hating dawg
Told me try my luck, it ain't no luck at all
These f*ck niggas fake it, ain't no playing it off
A real nigga bust it, ain't no talk at all
I went right when it was right, time to tell it all
I look left and look right, it's like a vacant hall
So I paved my own way without the f*cking answers
Shit done got tough with boog up in the slammer
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English

They say I do too much but you just hating dawg
Told me try my luck, it ain't no luck at all
These f*ck niggas thinking ain't no plan at all
I'm real nigga but it ain't no talk at all
I went right when it was right time to tell it all
I look left and look right it's like a vacant hall
So I paved my own way without the f*cking answers
Shit got tough with boog up in the slammer
Northeast dough boys treat me like they family
My momma so rough she stabbed him when it happened
Went to school the next day like nothing f*cking happened
Been grown nigga never had to wear a pamper
Hiding poles in the woods while they lighting candles
Been gone so long, had to show up after
Call me stick but I stick it like a linebacker
Never mind that, I'm just tryna get these racks Stay low and sit back just like a Cadillac
This life shit getting real and ain't no winding back
Persevered through all this shit, these pussies hating that
Slump black just in case a nigga wanna scrap
I ain't tryna start no shit but I'ma handle that
I'ma stay about to mix so I ain't gotta max Seen a lot in this field, this trauma coming back
Smoking gas and popping pills, tryna forget the rest
Be the best, I ain't tryna brag on the biggest catch I redirect, mind racing tryna pass this test
Body tired, having seizure to stop drinking by the liter
Shit real, calling FEMA I ain't never been a wiener
On one hand, I can count my features, I don't need these people all I need is shay, cause I'm an angel, not a demon
If you push my buttons, I can blow for a lot of reasons
I'ma do the work, I'm manifesting not no dreaming
Slg tag teaming beaming steaming changing like the seasons
Daddy got twelve, ten, baby momma's filled with semen
You left your kids to go to prison, that's a different type of meaning
Momma showed me how to be a man and how to clean my penis
Told me wipe my tears away, don't want the opp's to find the weakness
Not from round the way bombs away, when we meet him, ain't no greetings Just pop a man, we leave him and retreat him F*ck it, yesterday is today and we need it
They say I do too much, but you just hating dawg
Told me try my luck, it ain't no luck at all
These f*ck niggas fake it, ain't no playing it off
A real nigga bust it, ain't no talk at all
I went right when it was right, time to tell it all
I look left and look right, it's like a vacant hall
So I paved my own way without the f*cking answers
Shit done got tough with boog up in the slammer
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Writer: Shay Jefferson, Bradley Jefferson
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