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letra de realest shit - third eye wide records

[intro: self-conshus]
conshus
going in on this… too sentimental
reminiscing about the old days -chance the rapper adlib-
sh-t ain’t ever gonna be the same

[verse 1: self-conshus]
(it’s like)
man i really miss the old days
where we would watch cartoons and we shoot the hoops all day
quarter water and a group in my backyard
i would give it all to see my main man charles
things ain’t never been the same
i’m caught up in a life where there’s nothing left to gain
and i’m struggling
so do i drop the mic and start with drug hustling
sell out on my dreams for the green from my government
p-ss the herb because i need to get my mind right
dropping stones in my sleep for this lime light
i just pray to god i make it when the times rights
told the devil he can step up out my lime light
i’m the son of man with a plan and my rhymes tight
i can even feed a d-ck to a blind dyk-
doing hand stands for your man and a klondike
paraphrase it because that sh-t ain’t even sound right
blasting off like rockets with murder on my mind
a premeditated physic who is only righteous
aiming for your mind
when i spit these deadly bullets
yelling “run the sh-t” my gun go cl!ck was i the one to pull it
i’m having amnesia
all i see is cop’s lights then i have a seizure
d-mn this was never in the plan
i got street struck with me thinking i’m the man only for a gram (and)

[hook: self-conshus]
this the realest sh-t i ever wrote
and i hope that you can vibe to it
getting lost in marijuana smoke
but don’t you ever call this high music
i need to balance out my lows
did i take the right rode?
i don’t know
i need to balance out my lows
did i take the right rode?
only god knows

[verse 2: komatose]
(yo
balance em
uh)
and i guess it’s my turn
stay fly with my guys who bite the piper
for reeling in some unreal sh-t
smite the vipers
getting high just to get by and this what i burn
i earned this sh-t
you earned urine burning from all the d-ck
you been giving to chicks
ridden a b-tch
with hiv tips
this is unreal for these kids
what has weed did
i mean done, for fun we run dumb
good memories, hear us roll like drums
i mistake myself for others in better positions
bust on lots of women and crush the opposition
christen the ending of my mission with victory juice
mystery in the booth, i do this in memory of proof
i’m a homeless homie who ropes in n0body
smoking lonely while the potent reach my nose, g
my feet cramp up cause i walk all the time
unwind cause i’m binded together by my mind and time
fine lines crossed when i spit it like nas
rapid fire for your desire, forget it, i’m dying (man)

[hook 2: komatose]
this the realest sh-t i ever wrote
and i hope that you can vibe to it
getting lots of marijuana smoke
but don’t you ever call it high music
i need to balance all my lows
did i take the right road? only god knows
oxycontin and a robe
is this the life i wanna live or am i playing myself for a dope?

[outro: komatose]
need to balance all my lows
too many lows
on my shoulders
sh-t is like boulders
sold my soul for a can of arizona ice tea
why me?

- third eye wide records

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