Nipsey Hussle - Reality lyrics

The realest shit of a nigga life man
So gutter around here, ya dig?
When you gotta get it man
This rap shit be havin’ niggas
Goin’ every which way man
Confused ass niggas

They say rapping is good living huh?
You feel like when you get it
You gotta get it huh?
A lot of people think it’s
Easy homie not at all
It make the same nigga feel like
He ain’t got ‘em all
And when you stop poppin’
Off it's like Tylenol
Until your single play out and
You start dying off two choices
You either ride it ‘til the tires off
Or switch it up and start
Singin’ like Diana Ross
I’m still a nigga in the trap
So who am I to talk?
I just zone out and produce it
Play the piano soft
Niggas don’t buy records
They try to make our asses soft
Off some pop shit
‘cause Rap City in the basement off
This hip hop shit
Done slowed down since it taken off
And you can sit and complain
But it won’t get you far
And you can pitch a hissy fit
Curse and flip them off
Because to them, you the only
They depict you all it’s fucked up nigga

Never promise what you can’t keep
‘Cause every day’s a constant struggle
Struggle when faced with reality, reality
Never promise what you can’t keep
‘Cause every day’s a constant struggle
Struggle when faced with reality, reality

Look, they got me feelin’ like
Fuck the world, ‘cause we livin’ in hell
Got me, pawning my chain
Just to get him his bail
Yeah my brother, that’s my nigga
I’m supposed to be with you
Closest thing I ever had
To a fatherly figure
When my momma shook my pops
Said he was a bullshitter
It was just me and my brother
Look my brothers my nigga
So, you know I got yo back like yo spine
And I'm yet to see another
Nigga ever match your grind
Nigga, twenty four seven, twilight to sunrise
It was nothin they could tell us
It was money on our minds
It was triple Cuban links
All at the same time
It was bullet proof windows on them 745’s
Nigga you know the games got it's lows
And it's highs in it
You know them people keep they
Nose up my business
Is it a crime for a nigga
To see the skies the limit
Reachin' for the stars will have
You reachin' through the bars it's a trap

Show me a stage and I rhyme a page
Rap, sing choruses performin’
For the audience
They applauding, and record labels exploitin’
Tellin’ stories of pain and
Then recordin’ them
How they selling our slang and
Now they talkin’ shit?
Wish I could give them my shoes
And tell them walk in this
Thugs singin’ the blues
And now they fortunate make them mad
Flossin’ shit they thought we’d never have
Ghetto niggas pullin’ up in somethin’ elegant
I guess if it’s one man’s trash
Others will treasure it
So that settles it, metals spit
Quick to be devil for the benefit
Only if I’m gettin’ rich
It’s like a cycle these
Tracks that I’m blessin’
Is mirrors to my pain
So I’m rappin’ my reflection
Livin’ in the rain, got me blackin’ out
I’m stressin’
It’s like I’m relivin’ my vision
I’m repeatin’ my life my words fight back in
Punch lines disrespectful
But, I'd rather have my
Voice box the instrumental
I got a one track mind
Puttin’ lines together
And get some glow before I
Go, I can’t shine forever, nope