[Verse 1]

Late to bed and early to rise

I can't sleep 'cause I ain't got a dime

I'm losing my poems, fuck the boys, never slippin', fuck a hoe

If wasn't for my hands, what the fuck would I have pockets for?

I dreamed the heat and 3 squares meters

Wish my only problem was ?feel?

I can't feel a thing, my body's undernourished

When a niggas hungry...

He gets this strange type of fucking courage

I'm on fire but my veins are cold

I'm way past excited still my heart pumps low

I got nothing to lose...

Except life itself, I'm in trifling health

But still I stroll 5 or 6 miles a day

I'ma G 'til I die, nigga fuck, but anyway

It's just a small formality...

Ain't nothing realer to a nigga than reality for real

[Chorus]

Ain't nothing realer than this realism

'Cause I'm real, down to kill

Ain't nothing realer than reality itself

I've be stay down even this mean death

[Verse 2]

Just about ready to slip a note to be your vein

See's an Ese's, I knew from back in the day

Slid a nigga 5000 grams

To a nigga with at least 5000 scams

Add to extra two or [?] now I swoop a Coupe

With the L on the front, nigga, what you want?

I got them sold up from L.A. to Diego

Hell yeah, I got the squeal but I won't still the bombay hoe

Niggas is getting mad, they getting jealous

The dollars is they weakness, they tryna to set trip

They even tryna push up on my family

Now that's the lowest of all lows

In fact this shit is scandalous, G

I only set trip on those who trip on me

Leading the folks to the shit and go straight for the Jeep

They want to do me because of my salary

But I got somethin' real for they ass, called reality, nigga

[Chorus]

Ain't nothing realer than this realism

'Cause I'm real, down to kill

Ain't nothing realer than reality itself

I've be stay down even this mean death

[Verse 3]

First I ain't had shit to live, but now I got something to die

I got somethin' for cry, I got somethin' to drive-by for

Before I can't afford to miss, I catch 8 of them marks slippin' (Now, ain't this a bitch?)

Now how can I serve them all? (Hmmm...)

I burn the back of they house down and wait for the ass to crawl

Out the front door chores and flames

And start to let loose like a one man gang

I'm watching niggas blood pour

I bet you punk motherfuckers won't be threatening no kids no more

I gets away, leaves without a trace

Kept my mask on, ain't nobody seen my face

I only gave them what they paid for

I only served on what they played for

That's what they get sprayed for

That's what they get for get for trying to battle me

Tryna kill me through my family, now that's reality