Polo G
Reality
[Intro]
Hit a button, Morty, give me a beat
Oh, man, okay, alright, um
RaeSam on the beat

[Chorus]
My whole life been kinda fucked up, I'm grinding for that check
I'm tryna get a hundred motherfucking thousand in this [?]
See, we take down a couple plugs, I need another one, who next?
Instead of writing this lil' rap, I should be writing bro in jail, ayy
If we get up on a n***a then we send them shells
Closed casket on the opps, we hit him right, he down the hell
Opps calling like they sliding for they homie, we can't tell
N***as know I'm OTR, don't give no fuck, we causing hell

[Verse 1]
We hit up his lil' block, if I get caught, ain't making bail
This for bro, I'm sending thirty milli' with me, so fuck 12
N***as know I was broke, ain't dissing me now, I ain't no ho
I was willing yelling FTO, ain't even had no pole
Me and Uno find a way to get them guns and [?] we tote
Youngest fucking never shot a gun before, he gon' blow
Walking through they block, broad day, recording, we want smoke
Run it up, no other opp shit in these trenches, can't be broke 'cause
If I rob your ass, better be money in that coat
I don't wanna kill your ass for nothing but it's time to go
I forgot to get my mask for this, your other homie told
I ain't going down for robbery, this stick up ain't no joke
Bitches know they want fuck the way my name all in they throat
Baby, they just wishing Lil LiV dead, see, I don't know
I just make it out these trenches, n***as say that I'm a goat
Ain't depend on nobody, depend money, we on go
I'ma get my fucking ticket to the millions with this pole, ayy
Bitch, I run it up, just me and broski by that store
You can [?], prolly get you a one for four
That diablo got them [?] in the trap all in the floor
[?] I prolly run off 'cause I know that I'm next
And all these n***as wanna share
They see I'm grinding with this rap
Either way I get that bag, you better know that I'ma flex it
Fast ass car, living large with my [?]
[Chorus]
My whole life been kinda fucked up, I'm grinding for that check
I'm tryna get a hundred motherfucking thousand in this [?]
See, we take down a couple plugs, I need another one, who next?
Instead of writing this lil' rap, I should be writing bro in jail, ayy
If we get up on a n***a then we send them shells
Closed casket on the opps, we hit him right, he down the hell
Opps calling like they sliding for they homie, we can't tell
N***as know I'm OTR, don't give no fuck, we causing hell

[Verse 2]
We gon' catch a opp and bury him and we gon' slide again
I'm in this song like fuck a nine-to-five, I'm ready for this shit
My n***as know I'm ready for that action, you know how this go
Pull up on a n***a lacking tryna open his front door and shit
Uh, uh, lil' brodie finish him
Bitch, we really with it, normally we just commit sins

[Outro]
We really with the shit, n***a
You know how we do this shit, let's get it