Tank McCoy - Realism 2.0 Lyrics

I don't really care about these woes oh no no
I don't really care about the thrills
I don't even care about my foes oh no no
I just really care about the world

Blood gushing rushing down the septum of a centerfold
Cocaine and Xanax keep her Florida December's cold
Fiending she in debt and broke Heading for the end the road
History repeat itself but no one gon remember though
Cause though she feeling dead in soul she YOLO litty look alive
Know she pretty roam the city gold and glitter on her eyes
Only pity in her eyes drinks and make up her disguise
She swear she real she wear them heels but come up short to pay for line
Pulling on the pusher telling him how she horny
He was cooling with the homies responded with something corny
But she acted real attracted though the bag was all she wanted
FPut it on him till he snoring ran his pockets and his drawers
Grabbed the cocaine grabbed some more
Grabbed the cash grabbed his Jordans
Grabbed her phone called her Uber picked her up in an Accord
Went to grab her in the morning and realized she had departed
He figured he put it on her till he couldn't find his wallet
He shoulda tried to stop it but shawty had caught him slipping though
Uber hit her apartment she walking in on her tippy toes
Jitterbug on the couch passed out to some kiddy shows
Grandmama in her pity mode lets her leave the kid alone
She sniffing blow its 8AM that mirror be her plate of death
Reflection looking crazy and she catch a glimpse and hate herself
She sobbing deep and take a breath Calls out for the savior's help
He whispers I been waiting while you was tryn save yourself
Relieved until she hears a horn
Looking like that one Accord
Followed by another car
She knowing who they looking for
Now she running mortified saying she gon give it back
Met her with a forty five
Victim of the will of man