Harsh Reality

(альбом: Prime Location, Vol. 1 - 2019)

Right (Iceberg Big)
Right (Philadelphia Slim)
East Coast shit (East Coast Shit)
CThaSound

Ugh, I seen the same shit happen to Jay
It's for the taking, ain't nothing given
I'd rather have it that way
"Blame what?" This what the average would say
Average would do, consistent, dropping gem after gem
I average a few, You haggling who? (You haggling who?)
Have them people like "What happened to you?"
My old life would sing, Glad whispering amicable
Chronic in a turkey bag and in the canister too
Garden, botanical view
Hood shit, dice game popping
Lil Homie hitting hot knee, Handling them (What the-)
You run in his mouth, he running get the hammer for you
Now you gotta man up and choose
Sometimes, you win when you lose
Sometimes it ends when you prove
Sometimes, it's minimal moves (Ugh)
Get you in and out of a jam, not many rules
But many jewels gon' get frozed up
Keep a couple lights and toasters
Anywho, who got a roll up?

The reality is I'm your pimp
I'm the future perceptions that you-that you run and hide from That break you down, that dictate your movement
You can't even think for yourself no more cause I'm all in your brain
(Who got a roll up?)
That's the reality, you know?
You never thought you'd see yourself standing on the street corner
I turned you to a trackstar and you never even went to the Olympics
You saying to yourself "Wow, I never knew that this would be my life"

Ugh, I seen the same shit happen to 'Bron
Sometimes them endings be beginnings, you just gotta be strong
Take a class and show you how to be Don, how to get on
You would be told that if I were major right now, I wouldn't be wrong
It's all perspective, dawg
I'm major already, speaking of songs
I own every damn one of these joints that you hear me on
I may drop for the fuck of it and tour Europe
40 minutes in used Ford Explorer
A whole month, that's a Range Rover
Can't show progression with the same glo' up
Pardon me, my sick flow's frio
Trolling on the web, I probably track down your geo
Them boys on your head, now it's a gio
You'd rather be locked in a room with Charlie Sheen and mosquitos
I'm just joking, nigga, grow up
Anywho, who got a roll up?

I dictate your mind
I'm the-, you know
The navigation to your spine
I control your movement
Everything that's going on right now
It's because of me
(Who got a roll up?)
I'm just the-, the space, that place
You saying "Philadelphia Slim, no-no, I'm not in control of that"
You know what's controlling that
That thing that makes you feel... special