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letra de back 2 reality - gmk (rapper)

back 2 reality lyrics
[verse 1]:
that lil boy from florida, you know he in love with choppas
adrienne can’t keep him out of trouble, he don’t love his papa
he keep that pistol, paranoid he might just stank his patna’
he don’t got no trust for none of these b-tches so he quick to drop ’em
they got ’em f-cked up, now he trippin’, won’t stop til he pop ’em
he kick yo’ door for dumb decisions, he knock out yo’ knowledge
they say he shoulda been like ariel and went to college
amber struggling, she got 3 lil girls, his people facing problems
he in that cell and now he thinking “was it really worth it?”
the months is passing and he aging, guess them shackles working
but he got a plan to run his future, seen his people hurting
he jump out , a n-gga stop that movement, he might have to murk ’em
don’t make no moves then you won’t eat so you have to work it
i told that b-tch “ain’t sh-t fa’ free” so she gon’ have to twerk it
you n-ggas talking to police well imma call the surgeon
doctor come then he cut out yo’ tongue, yo’ lips tight like a virgin
i got these anger problems, i been tryna purge it
these b-tches never heard of loyalty that’s why they burning
you can’t be my queen, no royalty til you show me you worth it

[chorus]
in reality, i’m slangin’ iron, i’m gon’ keep the 9
if it’s beef then we gon’ slide, it’s gon’ be a homicide
if we pull up, he outside then that boy gon’ die tonight
stolo surfin’, creeping quiet, spinnin’ while you sleeping tight
in reality, i’m slangin’ iron, i’m gon’ keep the 9
if it’s beef then we gon’ slide, it’s gon’ be a homicide
if we pull up, he outside then that boy gon’ die tonight
stolo surfin’, creeping quiet, spinnin’ while you sleeping tight
[verse 2]:
his second mama, miss marvetta, she was preaching betta
he love her house because she teach her sons, do what she tell ’em
he home alone, he tryna blow his brains with that beretta
he locked down in mental chains, crying, his body won’t let ’em
they think he straight, he got a home but they don’t know what’s in it
his people always want his dome so he just keep his distance
he act crazy, pull that chrome out, put it on his sister
tell that hoe he really thuggin’, watch her mouth or she gon’ feel it
he play his cards right, got a joker, best don’t make ’em deal it
he want them answers, he might beat you senseless til you spill it
he listen to youngboy and smoke doja and think about millions
he won’t be broke no more, no more chasin’ hoes or thinkin’ ’bout b-tches

[chorus]:
in reality, i’m slangin’ iron, i’m gon’ keep the 9
if it’s beef then we gon’ slide, it’s gon’ be a homicide
if we pull up, he outside then that boy gon’ die tonight
stolo surfin’, creeping quiet, spinnin’ while you sleeping tight

[outro]:
long live go krazy
rest up quon
rest up tmoney n-gga
thug love to li’ tommy
this for everybody who done been through somethin’
y’all gon feel me

- gmk rapper

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