Nipsey Hussle - Reality lyrics

[Intro: ] The realest sh** of a n***a life man So gutter around here, ya dig? When you gotta get it man This rap sh** be havin' n***as goin' every which way man Confused a** n***as [Verse 1: Ty Nati] They say rapping is good living huh? You feel like when you get it, you gotta get it huh? A lot of people think it's easy homie not at all It make the same n***a feel like he ain't got ‘em all And when you stop poppin' off its like Tylenol Until your single play out and you start dying off Two choices, you either ride it ‘til the tires off Or switch it up and start singin' like Diana Ross I'm still a n***a in the trap, so who am I to talk? I just zone out and produce it, play the piano soft n***as don't buy records, they try to make our a**es soft Off some pop sh**, ‘cause Rap City in the basement off This hip hop sh**, done slowed down since it taken off And you can sit and complain, but it won't get you far And you can pitch a hissy fit, curse and flip them off Because to them, you the only, they depict you all It's f**ed up n***a [Hook: Eddie B.] Never promise what you can't keep ‘Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle When faced with reality, reality Never promise what you can't keep ‘Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle When faced with reality, reality [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] Look, they got me feelin' like f** the world, ‘cause we livin' in hell Got me, pawning my chain, just to get him his bail Yeah my brother, that's my n***a, I'm supposed to be with you Closest thing I ever had, to a fatherly figure When my momma shook my pops, said he was a bullsh**ter It was just me and my brother, look my brothers my n***a So, you know I got yo back like yo spine And I'm yet to see another n***a ever match your grind n***a, twenty four seven, twilight to sunrise It was nothin they could tell us, it was money on our minds It was triple Cuban links, all at the same time It was bullet proof windows on them 745's, n***a You know the games got its lows and its highs in it You know them people keep they nose up my business Is it a crime for a n***a to see the skies the limit Reachin' for the stars will have you reachin' through the bars It's a trap [Hook: Eddie B.] [Verse 3: Numbers] Show me a stage and I rhyme a page Rap, sing choruses performin' for the audience They applauding, and record labels exploitin' Tellin' stories of pain and then recordin' them How they selling our slang and now they talkin' sh**? Wish I could give them my shoes and tell them walk in this Thugs signin' the blues, and now they fortunate Make them mad, flossin' sh** they thought we'd never have Ghetto n***as pullin' up in somethin' elegant I guess if it's one man's trash, others will treasure it So that settles it, metals spit, quick to be devil for the benefit Only if I'm gettin' rich It's like a cycle these tracks that I'm blessin' Is mirrors to my pain, so I'm rappin' my reflection Livin' in the rain, got me blackin' out, I'm stressin' It's like I'm relivin' my vision, I'm repeatin' my life My words fight back in punch lines disrespectful But I'd rather have my voice box the instrumental I got a one track mind, puttin' lines together And get some glow before I go, I can't shine forever, nope [Hook: Eddie B.]