Fat Pat - Reality lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, It's going down Feel me, Southside representing Reality, Show Love [Hook: Fat Pat x2] Things are crazy in this life Gotta get my smoke on It's getting hard to hold on [Verse 1: Fat Pat] 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 k**ing 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, Escalade with a ??? 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 sh** ain't nothing to die for But I lie for my n***as 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 over ??? Big Benz super-??? 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 [Hook: Fat Pat x2] [Verse 2: Fat Pat] 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 f**ed up Stuck up in the ghetto with no place to go Tryna provide for the family but it's slow And sh** 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 ??? 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 knowm sayin' [Hook: Fat Pat x2] [Outro] We gotta hold on We gotta hold on We gotta hold on