The reality is that I am the one still reppin' my city
The reality is that you'll be the ones that be actin' all petty
The reality is that all of these rappers ain't nothing like me
The reality is you'll be back in my life when you wanna get by me
The reality is that I rap my dreams while you fast asleep
The reality is that I take no Ls for a clean sweep
The reality is that I'm doing me, not being a sheep
The reality is that your hatred for me is not to keep
I'm making the rapping happen, catch me outside going solo
Feel like Dababy KO'ing a coldheart, cuz I'm the truth, dolo
Sneaking a diss is a no-no, people be thinking I'm loco
If the clout was real to me, then I'd only give you a poco
Hop on the track in my mojo, no Rawley, please get out my dojo
You wanna hop in and stick to the negatives, then you gone bounce like a pogo
I'm standing tall in my lane, you stalking me as if you're nuts like it's coco
I'm tryna swat off some bugs, they always tryna stick on me like logo
I ain't the type to go quiet, eating these cornballs, man I'm on a diet
And I'm taking board of this game like a pilot, give 3 days of grace
And we might start a riot
Give a reality check, you be flexing, but don't keep that money in cheque
Write and withdraw to selling your soul
Tryna get the money longer than your own neck
So much for self respect, but I understand that you gotta survive
But I dare you to try and take away my mic, cuz what else you gotta deprive
This ain't no lyrical miracle, I killed it and now it's gone critical
Tryna send Hip-Hop to jail, behind the bars
Killing beats like some criminals
But...
The reality is that I am the one still reppin' my city
The reality is that you'll be the ones that be actin' all petty
The reality is that all of these rappers ain't nothing like me
The reality is you'll be back in my life when you wanna get by me
The reality is that I rap my dreams while you fast asleep
The reality is that I take no Ls for a clean sweep
The reality is that I'm doing me, not being a sheep
The reality is that your hatred for me is not to keep
NOVENCIENTOS DOCE, swear that's my area code
It ain't where the various go, even the hysteria knows
But we still hold it down in the 9Dozen, shoutout to Otto
They say you can fake it until you make it, but bro, that ain't my motto
I can go pull on your puppet strings, feed you lyrics till your stomach stings
I'll leave you down on the ground for the count in 1 round
While the sound of the trumpet rings
I be the type to confess my sins, hop up in the church like, What up skins
I'm getting one or 2 things, smack em both right in the mouth like
Shut up, twins
I don't trust nobody, I'm anything but nobody
Got a pair of scissors, giving you the jitters, lemme go and cut yo body
Out of place, 2 face
Mixed personalities, show your true traits
No new space, to fit into the race
Ima stay off the rhythm for a couple of seconds, Blueface
If I say we cutting ties, I ain't yo shoelace
If got the time, then Ima be the G.O.A.T. through space
The reality is that I am the one still reppin' my city
The reality is that you'll be the ones that be actin' all petty
The reality is that all of these rappers ain't nothing like me
The reality is you'll be back in my life when you wanna get by me
The reality is that I rap my dreams while you fast asleep
The reality is that I take no Ls for a clean sweep
The reality is that I'm doing me, not being a sheep
The reality is that your hatred for me is not to keep
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The reality is that I am the one still reppin' my city
The reality is that you'll be the ones that be actin' all petty
The reality is that all of these rappers ain't nothing like me
The reality is you'll be back in my life when you wanna get by me
The reality is that I rap my dreams while you fast asleep
The reality is that I take no Ls for a clean sweep
The reality is that I'm doing me, not being a sheep
The reality is that your hatred for me is not to keep
I'm making the rapping happen, catch me outside going solo
Feel like Dababy KO'ing a coldheart, cuz I'm the truth, dolo
Sneaking a diss is a no-no, people be thinking I'm loco
If the clout was real to me, then I'd only give you a poco
Hop on the track in my mojo, no Rawley, please get out my dojo
You wanna hop in and stick to the negatives, then you gone bounce like a pogo
I'm standing tall in my lane, you stalking me as if you're nuts like it's coco
I'm tryna swat off some bugs, they always tryna stick on me like logo
I ain't the type to go quiet, eating these cornballs, man I'm on a diet
And I'm taking board of this game like a pilot, give 3 days of grace
And we might start a riot
Give a reality check, you be flexing, but don't keep that money in cheque
Write and withdraw to selling your soul
Tryna get the money longer than your own neck
So much for self respect, but I understand that you gotta survive
But I dare you to try and take away my mic, cuz what else you gotta deprive
This ain't no lyrical miracle, I killed it and now it's gone critical
Tryna send Hip-Hop to jail, behind the bars
Killing beats like some criminals
But...
The reality is that I am the one still reppin' my city
The reality is that you'll be the ones that be actin' all petty
The reality is that all of these rappers ain't nothing like me
The reality is you'll be back in my life when you wanna get by me
The reality is that I rap my dreams while you fast asleep
The reality is that I take no Ls for a clean sweep
The reality is that I'm doing me, not being a sheep
The reality is that your hatred for me is not to keep
NOVENCIENTOS DOCE, swear that's my area code
It ain't where the various go, even the hysteria knows
But we still hold it down in the 9Dozen, shoutout to Otto
They say you can fake it until you make it, but bro, that ain't my motto
I can go pull on your puppet strings, feed you lyrics till your stomach stings
I'll leave you down on the ground for the count in 1 round
While the sound of the trumpet rings
I be the type to confess my sins, hop up in the church like, What up skins
I'm getting one or 2 things, smack em both right in the mouth like
Shut up, twins
I don't trust nobody, I'm anything but nobody
Got a pair of scissors, giving you the jitters, lemme go and cut yo body
Out of place, 2 face
Mixed personalities, show your true traits
No new space, to fit into the race
Ima stay off the rhythm for a couple of seconds, Blueface
If I say we cutting ties, I ain't yo shoelace
If got the time, then Ima be the G.O.A.T. through space
The reality is that I am the one still reppin' my city
The reality is that you'll be the ones that be actin' all petty
The reality is that all of these rappers ain't nothing like me
The reality is you'll be back in my life when you wanna get by me
The reality is that I rap my dreams while you fast asleep
The reality is that I take no Ls for a clean sweep
The reality is that I'm doing me, not being a sheep
The reality is that your hatred for me is not to keep
The reality is that you'll be the ones that be actin' all petty
The reality is that all of these rappers ain't nothing like me
The reality is you'll be back in my life when you wanna get by me
The reality is that I rap my dreams while you fast asleep
The reality is that I take no Ls for a clean sweep
The reality is that I'm doing me, not being a sheep
The reality is that your hatred for me is not to keep
I'm making the rapping happen, catch me outside going solo
Feel like Dababy KO'ing a coldheart, cuz I'm the truth, dolo
Sneaking a diss is a no-no, people be thinking I'm loco
If the clout was real to me, then I'd only give you a poco
Hop on the track in my mojo, no Rawley, please get out my dojo
You wanna hop in and stick to the negatives, then you gone bounce like a pogo
I'm standing tall in my lane, you stalking me as if you're nuts like it's coco
I'm tryna swat off some bugs, they always tryna stick on me like logo
I ain't the type to go quiet, eating these cornballs, man I'm on a diet
And I'm taking board of this game like a pilot, give 3 days of grace
And we might start a riot
Give a reality check, you be flexing, but don't keep that money in cheque
Write and withdraw to selling your soul
Tryna get the money longer than your own neck
So much for self respect, but I understand that you gotta survive
But I dare you to try and take away my mic, cuz what else you gotta deprive
This ain't no lyrical miracle, I killed it and now it's gone critical
Tryna send Hip-Hop to jail, behind the bars
Killing beats like some criminals
But...
The reality is that I am the one still reppin' my city
The reality is that you'll be the ones that be actin' all petty
The reality is that all of these rappers ain't nothing like me
The reality is you'll be back in my life when you wanna get by me
The reality is that I rap my dreams while you fast asleep
The reality is that I take no Ls for a clean sweep
The reality is that I'm doing me, not being a sheep
The reality is that your hatred for me is not to keep
NOVENCIENTOS DOCE, swear that's my area code
It ain't where the various go, even the hysteria knows
But we still hold it down in the 9Dozen, shoutout to Otto
They say you can fake it until you make it, but bro, that ain't my motto
I can go pull on your puppet strings, feed you lyrics till your stomach stings
I'll leave you down on the ground for the count in 1 round
While the sound of the trumpet rings
I be the type to confess my sins, hop up in the church like, What up skins
I'm getting one or 2 things, smack em both right in the mouth like
Shut up, twins
I don't trust nobody, I'm anything but nobody
Got a pair of scissors, giving you the jitters, lemme go and cut yo body
Out of place, 2 face
Mixed personalities, show your true traits
No new space, to fit into the race
Ima stay off the rhythm for a couple of seconds, Blueface
If I say we cutting ties, I ain't yo shoelace
If got the time, then Ima be the G.O.A.T. through space
The reality is that I am the one still reppin' my city
The reality is that you'll be the ones that be actin' all petty
The reality is that all of these rappers ain't nothing like me
The reality is you'll be back in my life when you wanna get by me
The reality is that I rap my dreams while you fast asleep
The reality is that I take no Ls for a clean sweep
The reality is that I'm doing me, not being a sheep
The reality is that your hatred for me is not to keep
Writer: Tyler Griffin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid