| I’m the realist
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| Since Jesus Nazareth
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| I say it with my chest now
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| 'Cause I believe it
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| I’m the realist
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| Since Jesus Nazareth
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| Imma say it with my chest now
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| 'Cause I believe it
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| I didn’t grow up with my dad, I had my mommy
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| Felt that nigga wasn’t doing nothing for me
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| We were starving, didn’t have no food, no money
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| Single mother had to keep that shit together, yeah, yeah
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| What you know bout having cereal with water?
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| Luxury of milk we just get in to fuck to have
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| Use the knife to scrape the bottom of the butter
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| When she’s gone nigga, we were livin'
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| Four people in the same bed
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| We were sleeping toe to head
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| Someone catch a cold
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| From the motherfucker’s friend
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| You ain’t been through shit
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| Till you wake up and wet the bed
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| Like shit, I’m gonna get the belt
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| I’m the realist
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| Since Jesus Nazareth
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| I say it with my chest now
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| 'Cause I believe it
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| I’m the realist
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| Since Jesus Nazareth
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| Imma say it with my chest now
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| 'Cause I believe it
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| When niggas came, that really ain’t the same anymore
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| Down duggin' on the phone till their hands get sore
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| I’m tryna make sure mummy don’t work no more
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| And the fam don’t hurt no more
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| That has to realist shit you ever.
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| Summer holidays, I’m at my cousins
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| Pat me in the night, inside It buzzing
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| Brother told me had to ride a bike like it was nothing
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| Then they moved out
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| Yeah, they moved house
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| My friends changed
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| I’m still in the run where they rob you for your watch and shoes
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| Be careful when you watch and move
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| I’m still in the worst you know he up in that goddamn room
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| Ain’t likely, Imma move time soon
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| Oh, four people in the same bed
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| We were sleeping toe to head
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| Someone catch a cold
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| From the motherfucker’s friend
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| You ain’t been through shit
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| Till you wake up and wet the bed
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| Like shit, I’m gonna get the belt
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| I’m the realist
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| Since Jesus Nazareth
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| I say it with my chest now
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| 'Cause I believe it
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| I’m the realist
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| Since Jesus Nazareth
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| Imma say it with my chest now
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| 'Cause I believe it
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| When niggas came, that building ain’t the same anymore
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| I’m duggin' on the phone till their hands get sore
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| I’m tryna make sure mummy don’t work no more
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| And the fam don’t hurt no more
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| That has to realist shit
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| You’ll ever know |