Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reality Only, artist - Cypher Clique
Date of issue: 24.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Reality Only |
And now… coming to the stage |
New York… Delaware |
Cypher Clique… Mickey Factz |
It’s a moment |
They wanna ride the wave and I know why |
Alabama flow cause these niggas all roll tide |
Trynna get fly like I, requires more spendin' |
Don’t worry boys we got it covered no (?) |
Big money like draft day, no roaches in my ash tray |
She neck it while she rollin' up trees, we just call that shit giraffe head |
You can’t pass me, even at a pitstop |
I ain’t got a wristwatch but time goin' ticktock |
And I been hot, niggas shoulda been dropped |
I be with the women head spinnin' like a disc jock |
And what I need a weapon for? |
Condoms on my dresser drawer |
I don’t ever sweat her so my presence never stress her more |
Lookin' for a Sicamore, plus I’m never sick of whores |
Fetish for the lettuce what the fuck you think I’m in it for |
I’m disrespecful every time that I spit |
But we the only ones that’s movin' so they all on my dick |
I mean, such a predicament for rappers spittn' gibberish |
They frontin' on the internet but niggas know we livin' it |
Plus every time I spit they know it’s a wrap |
The Clique is movin' locomotive plus we spittin' with Factz |
(Gimmie dap) |
[Bridge: James Major) |
No we won’t stop |
Started from the bottom now we made it to the top |
I’m a bad boy so I feel like the Lox |
But I got the juice so I’m feelin' like Pac |
And we could get it poppin' |
All night long |
And we’ll be reefer coppin' |
All night long |
She said that she ain’t droppin' |
All night long |
I guess that we ain’t stoppin; |
All night long |
I take them lemons life yeah |
Wanna get to heaven right where Christ live |
Look at where I’m headed it’s decisive |
Pray I don’t get beheaded like the ISIS |
Every move priceless, checkmate, Bobby Fisher head case |
Ridin' til the wheels fall off up in this bread chase |
Feelin' like a fed case, facing life |
No it ain’t a game I’m in dead space, runnin' in a death race |
My legs straight, get cake on a pave path |
Take it for what it is never remain mad |
Spend money, save cash that the bank have |
My name framed in glass for all this paid stash |
It could be bumpy it could be rocky |
I don’t think that I’m lucky so I ain’t cocky |
Road blocks trynna stop me in my mazzi |
Tires a tight end, no Jeremy Shockey |
[Bridge: James Major) |
No we won’t stop |
Started from the bottom now we made it to the top |
I’m a bad boy so I feel like the Lox |
But I got the juice so I’m feelin' like Pac |
And we could get it poppin' |
All night long |
And we’ll be reefer coppin' |
All night long |
She said that she ain’t droppin' |
All night long |
I guess that we ain’t stoppin; |
All night long |
Coppin' on the spot cause I’m makin' bands |
While you squealin' to the merchant for a payment plan |
Whole team in the boardroom, shaking hands |
Sippin' Moet, while they’re serving steak and lamb |
Goin' over plots, to take us to the top |
In many different spots, you with it or you not |
As soon as we sign on the dotted, we gon' do it big like Wallace |
Different presidents inside the pockets |
Nowadays we gettin' chauffeured around |
Guzzling Crown, loungin' while we roll thru the town |
Taking pics with the fans, do it gig for a grand |
Need a list of demands before I spit for the fans |
Then it’s showtime, hit em with my dope lines |
The way I flow lines, bet I’ll get a cosign |
Or a bad chic, finer than some old wine |
Cause of my platinum thoughts, keep your gold mine |
[Bridge: James Major) |
No we won’t stop |
Started from the bottom now we made it to the top |
I’m a bad boy so I feel like the Lox |
But I got the juice so I’m feelin' like Pac |
And we could get it poppin' |
All night long |
And we’ll be reefer coppin' |
All night long |
She said that she ain’t droppin' |
All night long |
I guess that we ain’t stoppin; |
All night long |