| My dreams have turned to reality, reality
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| Took a loss, man, that’s like the reality, that’s reality
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| I got niggas, got cases, got lawyer fees, that’s reality
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| I was fucked up, now back to reality, snap back to reality
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| My dreams have turned to reality, reality
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| Took a loss, man, that’s like the reality, that’s reality
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| I got niggas, got cases, got lawyer fees, that’s reality
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| I was fucked up, now back to reality, snap back to reality
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| My dreams have turned to reality, reality
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| They wanna know what is my salary, please stop asking me
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| It’s so many bodies and casualties, the Feds after me
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| These bitches, they on me and after me, stop harassing me (Whoa)
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| They wondering what’s on my necklaces, that’s VVS (Whoa)
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| I pour up a four of that medicine, I got it from CVS (Whoa)
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| I’m styling, I’m fly like a pelican, I’m balling, don’t need a ref. |
| (Whoa)
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| It’s TBG until the death of me, like Khaled, bitch, We the Best (Whoa)
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| I walk in the spot and they notice me, I spit poetry
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| My uncle, he opened the door for me, he got rich off of cocoa leaves |
| If you love that girl, fuck her to Jodeci, then buy her red gourd jeans
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| I’m-a make sure these niggas remember me, remember me
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| My dreams have turned to reality, reality
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| Took a loss, man, that’s like the reality, that’s reality
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| I got niggas, got cases, got lawyer fees, that’s reality
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| I was fucked up, now back to reality, snap back to reality
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| My dreams have turned to reality, reality
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| Took a loss, man, that’s like the reality, that’s reality
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| I got niggas, got cases, got lawyer fees, that’s reality
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| I was fucked up, now back to reality, snap back to reality
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| My dreams have turned to reality, now I got them bands on me
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| I know that these niggas be watching me, so I ball like the Ivy League (Swish)
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| Gotta watch out for them fuck niggas, 'cause I know that they after me
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| My brothers and sisters depend on me, so I pull up a hundred-B (Bloaw!)
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| Car tires screeching and squealing
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| Shoot up with me if he act tough, don’t let 'em get close to me (Bang)
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| Windows tinted, but you know it’s me, all my dreams turn to reality (Yeah) |
| Blowing gas out the sunroof, now I see why they mad at me
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| These petty niggas ain’t fucking with me, all they do is hate on me
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| (Yeah, damn)
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| I swear, I’m living life too fast
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| Smoking on this gas, don’t pass
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| I can’t lie, you can’t even hit my weed, you was never there with me
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| When I was try’na get it, but you try’na come up on a million
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| Now, them bitches all up in their feelings
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| I’m 'bout the business, I want whatever that’s coming
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| Really turn nothing to something, damn
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| My dreams have turned to reality, reality
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| Took a loss, man, that’s like the reality, that’s reality
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| I got niggas, got cases, got lawyer fees, that’s reality
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| I was fucked up, now back to reality, snap back to reality
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| My dreams have turned to reality, reality
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| Took a loss, man, that’s like the reality, that’s reality
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| I got niggas, got cases, got lawyer fees, that’s reality
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| I was fucked up, now back to reality, snap back to reality |