Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Realist , by - Ebenezer. Release date: 27.09.2018
Song language: English
Realist |
| I’m the realist |
| Since Jesus Nazareth |
| I say it with my chest now |
| 'Cause I believe it |
| I’m the realist |
| Since Jesus Nazareth |
| Imma say it with my chest now |
| 'Cause I believe it |
| I didn’t grow up with my dad, I had my mommy |
| Felt that nigga wasn’t doing nothing for me |
| We were starving, didn’t have no food, no money |
| Single mother had to keep that shit together, yeah, yeah |
| What you know bout having cereal with water? |
| Luxury of milk we just get in to fuck to have |
| Use the knife to scrape the bottom of the butter |
| When she’s gone nigga, we were livin' |
| Four people in the same bed |
| We were sleeping toe to head |
| Someone catch a cold |
| From the motherfucker’s friend |
| You ain’t been through shit |
| Till you wake up and wet the bed |
| Like shit, I’m gonna get the belt |
| I’m the realist |
| Since Jesus Nazareth |
| I say it with my chest now |
| 'Cause I believe it |
| I’m the realist |
| Since Jesus Nazareth |
| Imma say it with my chest now |
| 'Cause I believe it |
| When niggas came, that really ain’t the same anymore |
| Down duggin' on the phone till their hands get sore |
| I’m tryna make sure mummy don’t work no more |
| And the fam don’t hurt no more |
| That has to realist shit you ever. |
| Summer holidays, I’m at my cousins |
| Pat me in the night, inside It buzzing |
| Brother told me had to ride a bike like it was nothing |
| Then they moved out |
| Yeah, they moved house |
| My friends changed |
| I’m still in the run where they rob you for your watch and shoes |
| Be careful when you watch and move |
| I’m still in the worst you know he up in that goddamn room |
| Ain’t likely, Imma move time soon |
| Oh, four people in the same bed |
| We were sleeping toe to head |
| Someone catch a cold |
| From the motherfucker’s friend |
| You ain’t been through shit |
| Till you wake up and wet the bed |
| Like shit, I’m gonna get the belt |
| I’m the realist |
| Since Jesus Nazareth |
| I say it with my chest now |
| 'Cause I believe it |
| I’m the realist |
| Since Jesus Nazareth |
| Imma say it with my chest now |
| 'Cause I believe it |
| When niggas came, that building ain’t the same anymore |
| I’m duggin' on the phone till their hands get sore |
| I’m tryna make sure mummy don’t work no more |
| And the fam don’t hurt no more |
| That has to realist shit |
| You’ll ever know |