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letra de real!ty - lil guido

[intro]
-trol
find your love
find control
find your love
find some soul
find your love
find control
find your love
find control

[verse 1]
we love the city, but the city don’t love us back
matter fact, they just wanna see you swerve and crash
ain’t wanna f-ck with me, now they wanna interact
saying they my slime and slatt, thinking like “when was that?”
take a second, wait before you get mad at me
how come no-one wanna hear the reality?
they tryna’ gun you down if you live lavishly
need protection if you make more than a salary
that’s how it is, but it ain’t how it had to be
they acting hard, but they sweet like some raspberries
going down like a slope, here, grab some skis
and if it’s perfect, they won’t say that it’s a masterpiece

[interlude]

[verse 2]
run it up, ain’t hearing ya’ when y’all be slumped like indica
i be moving work, i be busting jugs
counting up them bucks, boy you know what’s up
like neosporin i be in the cut
like ace of spades, b-tch i’m number one
y’all get the bag then say you done?
i get the bag, then another one
another one, and another one
i get a bag, then i triple ’em
only 18 with ’bout 21
‘ima [?] to know what i’m on
house with an ocean view, b-tch f-ck a pond
y’all playing games like pokemons
say i smoke to much, need oxygen
i’m stacking benjis, george washington
y’all pockets short, nate robinson
get stepped over, i’m iverson
try to play me b-tch-b-tch, try again
ain’t thirty ‘k, then why bother then
they ain’t starved with you, now they keep tryna’ eat
that’s how it be, on my hip, where i keep the heat
came from the dirt, 262, grab some cleats
y’all gon’ disappear like a stain after bleach
fade away, take a seat, work at farm & fleet
roll a eighth in a leaf, still can’t go to sleep
thinking to myself “do you see what i see?”
but to be honest, it don’t matter to me
’cause i’m a one man band, i make guap no hands
gotta support the fam’, and i’m tryna’ tour to j-pan
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, then i don’t understand
and they gon’ cap on the ‘gram, but still gon’ sit in the stands
they say keep your circle tight, i see ’em but don’t make a difference
with my eyes, i’m a witness, they say they love me, but didn’t
that’s why i’m better by my lonely ’cause i know that i’m wit’ it
already know what i want, i just gotta get up and get it
in a race with myself because the clock aways ticking
finna spark up a blunt, then i’ma go get to business
they be capping on they songs, yea, i know they ain’t did it
i’m tryna’ stack up to the ceiling while your pockets are [?]
they started to hit my line, it’s time to go change your digits
they really do not f-ck with you until it’s last minute

[outro]
yea, reesie on it

- lil guido

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