Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reality , by - Fat Pat. Release date: 02.03.1998
Song language: English
Reality |
| Yeah, It’s going down |
| Feel me, Southside representing |
| Reality, Show Love |
| Things are crazy in this life |
| Gotta get my smoke on |
| It’s getting hard to |
| Things are crazy in this life |
| Gotta get my smoke on |
| It’s getting hard to hold on hold on |
| One thing for sure, gotta get my smoke on |
| Pop trunk, dome light |
| Crawling down on chrome |
| Been in tragic society for twenty-six year |
| See my ghetto peers locked |
| Mama shed so many tears |
| Highway to hell, will it ever end for a brother |
| System got us killing each other |
| We supposed to love one another |
| The game got our minds in a headlock |
| But in reality we working for a jail block |
| Will it ever stop? |
| I mean the game |
| Revolving doors, escalator, when it pours it rain |
| And there’s no limit to life |
| So you gotta keep teaching |
| Practice what you preaching |
| Young minds that you reaching |
| To be above the rest is quest that you strive for |
| What you gotta realize |
| Material shit ain’t nothing to die for |
| But I lie for my niggas that’s gonna lie for me |
| And ride down on our so-called enemy |
| Ain’t no kin to me |
| But I intend to see |
| Brighter days where I’m headed |
| Everything copacetic |
| Big Benz super-leaded |
| As I smash |
| Fat Pat on the place |
| That’s the way it gotta be |
| Tryna see a different level of the game fo sho |
| Ain’t to old to learn |
| So I gotta listen, you know |
| What I’m saying, try to fear me |
| Cause I’m singing the blues |
| Every morning waking up |
| See myself on the news |
| Things are crazy in this life |
| Gotta get my smoke on |
| It’s getting hard to |
| Things are crazy in this life |
| Gotta get my smoke on |
| It’s getting hard to hold on hold on |
| Hot mind blown |
| Drifting off into space |
| Wondering will be a day when there is no hate |
| But it’s too late because the system is corrupt |
| Young kids growing up with their minds fucked up |
| Stuck up in the ghetto with no place to go |
| Tryna provide for the family but it’s slow |
| And shit be a trip |
| Will we ever prevail? |
| Tryna keep the family fit |
| Ain’t taking us to jail |
| Living hell on Earth, that’s what it is |
| But it goes back to when our parents were kids |
| We’re just a new seed or a different breed |
| Born into the future at a high rate of speed |
| Shall I proceed? |
| Jealousy and envy and greed |
| All them haters need is a push |
| And they’ll be hiding in a bush |
| Tryna take what you got |
| That mean another brother shot |
| Devastating schemes and plots |
| My people mean a lot |
| No doubt we got cars but we gotta bombard |
| Pray to the Lord |
| Keep our head straight above the sword |
| Time repeats itself so you gotta put it down |
| Roll over, roll blunts and put the past behind |
| And try to maintain and capitalize on the game |
| And get your paper for your name and represent this thang |
| You know I’m sayin' |
| Things are crazy in this life |
| Gotta get my smoke on |
| It’s getting hard to |
| Things are crazy in this life |
| Gotta get my smoke on |
| It’s getting hard to hold on hold on |
| We gotta hold on |
| We gotta hold on |
| We gotta hold on |