CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : RĖÂŁITY.
You know very well
#GetTwistedSundays
You know very well
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know very well
Ouu
You know very well
Who you are
Look, it was all reality, Mama ain't really have no salary
Clothes raggedy, chili bowl on my head was a tragedy
No one laughed at me 'cause whether they was student or faculty
When it came to capping, they referred to me as your majesty
Lowkey: A coping mechanism
I told jokes 'cause I was broke and hoped it divert some attention
From the fact that we was five kids living in one room
Ain't hit me 'til we played hide-and-seek
Nowhere to run to but the closet
Deserve applauses for making it out the slums
Gotta be flawless or hella cautious to make it without a gun
Hear ye, hear me, loud and clearly
Ain't no Bambis on my block, they get turnt to deer meat, ouu
Rap cats fear me, Yahweh steer me
Biggie must be near me, how these beats be dearly
Departed; don't start it if you can't finish hard
My partners retarded, was jackin' foreign cars
But we was just in high school, though
When "MOB safely on the daily" was advice to those
Guys who told me they can't live life too slow
And then I'd teach them how you can—Ryu flow, hahaha
Ha-da-da-douken
I'ma grind till my mama out here drop-top-coupe'ing
Thot-thots choosing, block hot, Crockpot brewing
Touch Fat, I'll c*ck back and have your top "Suu whoop"-ing
It's all peace, lil' buddy
Murder tracks and interludes, word to Rican McGusty
Used to wanna make the trunk stutter like Bubba Ray Dudley
Get my highly effective habits straight from Stephen A. Covey
Hell, I be reading on the low, disagree with being broke
"Ultralight Beam"-ing, lowkey, feel like a beacon when I flow
I remember being poor, we was sleeping head to toe
Jacking oatmeal cookies and StarCrunches from Stop 'N' Go
Kenneth Cole, Guess Jeans, penny loafs
Every day, I was digesting plenty jokes
It was cold' who'd ever thought that I'd heat up?
Put instrumentals on my plate then break 'em down and eat 'em up?
Not me! Before this, I played ball—you can Google me
If I met you in the hole, it was a eulogy
I swear to God, it amuses me
How I went from broads shooing me to tryna groove with me
Because I've musically transitioned; now, I'm at a higher level
Caught me in a rainy season, this some dry weather
I chose Fat 'cause I knew I couldn't acquire better
Me and Fat, Notebook status, we tryna die together
Don't smoke but if I did we'd get high together
Or do like The O'Jays and prob'ly cry together
I ain't gon' lie, we was abstinent to the highest level
But dog, that ceremony over—that means it's pie for dinner, ouu
You know very well
Dog, that ceremony over—that means it's pie for dinner, ouu
You know very well
You know very well
You know very well
Who you are
#GetTwistedSundays
You know very well
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know very well
Ouu
You know very well
Who you are
Look, it was all reality, Mama ain't really have no salary
Clothes raggedy, chili bowl on my head was a tragedy
No one laughed at me 'cause whether they was student or faculty
When it came to capping, they referred to me as your majesty
Lowkey: A coping mechanism
I told jokes 'cause I was broke and hoped it divert some attention
From the fact that we was five kids living in one room
Ain't hit me 'til we played hide-and-seek
Nowhere to run to but the closet
Deserve applauses for making it out the slums
Gotta be flawless or hella cautious to make it without a gun
Hear ye, hear me, loud and clearly
Ain't no Bambis on my block, they get turnt to deer meat, ouu
Rap cats fear me, Yahweh steer me
Biggie must be near me, how these beats be dearly
Departed; don't start it if you can't finish hard
My partners retarded, was jackin' foreign cars
But we was just in high school, though
When "MOB safely on the daily" was advice to those
Guys who told me they can't live life too slow
And then I'd teach them how you can—Ryu flow, hahaha
Ha-da-da-douken
I'ma grind till my mama out here drop-top-coupe'ing
Thot-thots choosing, block hot, Crockpot brewing
Touch Fat, I'll c*ck back and have your top "Suu whoop"-ing
It's all peace, lil' buddy
Murder tracks and interludes, word to Rican McGusty
Used to wanna make the trunk stutter like Bubba Ray Dudley
Get my highly effective habits straight from Stephen A. Covey
Hell, I be reading on the low, disagree with being broke
"Ultralight Beam"-ing, lowkey, feel like a beacon when I flow
I remember being poor, we was sleeping head to toe
Jacking oatmeal cookies and StarCrunches from Stop 'N' Go
Kenneth Cole, Guess Jeans, penny loafs
Every day, I was digesting plenty jokes
It was cold' who'd ever thought that I'd heat up?
Put instrumentals on my plate then break 'em down and eat 'em up?
Not me! Before this, I played ball—you can Google me
If I met you in the hole, it was a eulogy
I swear to God, it amuses me
How I went from broads shooing me to tryna groove with me
Because I've musically transitioned; now, I'm at a higher level
Caught me in a rainy season, this some dry weather
I chose Fat 'cause I knew I couldn't acquire better
Me and Fat, Notebook status, we tryna die together
Don't smoke but if I did we'd get high together
Or do like The O'Jays and prob'ly cry together
I ain't gon' lie, we was abstinent to the highest level
But dog, that ceremony over—that means it's pie for dinner, ouu
You know very well
Dog, that ceremony over—that means it's pie for dinner, ouu
You know very well
You know very well
You know very well
Who you are
