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678 Seppe

"Reality"

{Chorus:}
Cut that b*tch off and now she comin back (Lil' b*tch)
I can’t leave the house if I ain't got the strap (If I ain't got the strap)
My name in they mouth they talkin bout this and that (Dey talm bout dis n dat)
But ain’t pullin up cause all they do is chat (All they do is chat)

They know that I came from nun (Came from nun)
Got kicked out the house, was sleep, and made it sum! (b*tch, I made it sum)
I been through it all can look in my eyes don't need to discuss it (I don't need to discuss it)
I know that they mad but, f*ck all them n*ggas don't need the judgement (I don't need the judgement)

Ridin round town with the Glock on me! (Got the Glock on me)
Know I gotta move Lowkey' (Gotta move Lowkey)
Know these n*ggas plot on me (I know they plot on me)
n*gga run up he gon rott, On me! (He gon rott, On me! On god!)

Verse 1:]
These n*ggas be kappin they really won't pull it (n*gga be kapped out)
Just know I ain't kappin I’m really gon do it! (Know Imma do it)
I don’t flex no more I let it take for itself (I let it talk for itself)
Seem like errybody rich so, b*tch I'm tryna get wealth-y (b*tch I’m tryna get wealth-y)
Pockets hella full I'm eatin healthy (b*tch I'm eatin real healthy)
Smokin hella good only TOP shelf weed (Top Shelf Weed)
And' I keep the tool if it get messy (Too messy)
And’ I bet these n*ggas won't address me! (Bet they won't Address me)

[Verse 2:]
And' I bet dese n*ggas won't address me (Won't address me)
Ridin round town with the Glock on me and bro got the Smith and Wesson (Got the Smith n Wesson)
n*gga wanna play tryna plot on me Get wrapped up like a present' (Wrapped up like a present)
I keep one inna head I ain't got time for second guessin (Got no time for guessin)

Imma clear the scene ain't got no time for questions (Got no time for questions)
Glock with the beam, I just came here to stretch him! (I came here to stretch him)
I been through it all, I had to learn my lesson (Had to learn my lesson)
I'm only 19, Ain't got no time for stressin (Got no time for stressin')

I'm just tryna Run it up! (Run it up, Run it up, Run it up)
Been through sum sh*t even though that I'm young asf (Been through sum sh*t even though that I'm young asf)
Ain't graduate prolly think that I'm dumb asf (Ain graduate prolly think that I'm dumb asf)
Always knew that I had stack my money up! (Always knew that I had stack my money up!)

{Chorus:}
Cut that b*tch off and now she comin back (Lil' b*tch)
I can't leave the house if I ain't got the strap (If I ain't got the strap)
My name in they mouth they talkin bout this and that (Dey talm bout dis n dat)
But ain't pullin up cause all they do is chat (All they do is chat)

They know that I came from nun (Came from nun)
Got kicked out the house, was sleep, and made it sum! (b*tch, I made it sum)
I been through it all can look in my eyes don't need to discuss it (I don't need to discuss it)
I know that they mad but, f*ck all them n*ggas don't need the judgement (I don't need the judgement)

Ridin round town with the Glock on me! (Got the Glock on me)
Know I gotta move Lowkey' (Gotta move Lowkey)
Know these n*ggas plot on me (I know they plot on me)
n*gga run up he gon rott, On me! (He gon rott, On me! On god!)

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