Rəality Ft. Grizzy Grae by Kid Flamez Lyrics
[Intro]
I, I Got, Seven On The. (I)
I, I Got, I –
I Got Seven On Da Trac' and Dass A Wrap
[Verse 1: Kid Flamez]
Life isn't magic shit is real tragic
It ain't how you planned it, ain't no way around it
But you can't allow it, you can even drown it
Might look happy, look a little sad bitch
Living the dream yeah this shit and that
But in reality i might be all that
Got henny in the bag forever throwing racks
Can make a life where things ain't even bad
Wait, pause this shit is getting bad
First we lost a legend then pills took out my man
R.I.P to them cause they paved out a path
For us to understand and learn from our past
We live to set our lives on track
Put clothes on our backs and earn a couple racks
Blow up every bank
Give the next Gen a really high rank. (But)
[Chorus: Kid Flamez]
Life isn't magic (ayy), fuck shit is real tragic. (Ayy)
Wait it ain't how you planned it (ayy), fuck there's no way around it. (Ayy)
So I'm crossing hella boundaries (yeah), wait I might look happy. (Yeah)
Fuck I might be a sad bitch (ayy), cause reality is tragic. (Ayy)
Life isn't magic (ayy), fuck shit is real tragic. (Ayy)
Wait it ain't how you planned it (ayy), fuck cause there's no way around it. (Ayy)
So I'm crossing hella boundaries (yeah), wait I might look happy. (Yeah)
Fuck I might be a sad bitch (ayy), cause reality is tragic. (Ayy)
[Verse 2: Grizzy Grae]
Drop (drop), she lost that top. (Top)
Hundred Naira bitch want a thousand dollar cock. (Thousand dollar cock)
Uh stop (stop), just checked my watch
Broke on the dot, got no time for a thot. (Time for a bitch)
We the cream of the crop (ayy), fresh outta stock. (Yuh)
King of the block got no time for a opp. (Yuh)
When we pop out the pot (uh), pull up to the spot. (Ayy, pull up to the spot)
Make it to the top, tic tic on the clock never stop
Damn, I'm a billion dollar mans
Million dollars Benz, with some thousand dollars rims
Hundred thousand fans with some hundred dollar bands
I ain't with the trends, I got trillion dollar plans
Goddamn
6pm till the morning
I'm just tryna make it out this hell I was born in
Bloody in the booth, killing beats no warning
Make it out the ends, off limits be the gang Goddamn. (Fuck limits)
[Chorus: Kid Flamez]
Life isn't magic (ayy), fuck shit is real tragic. (Ayy)
Wait it ain't how you planned it (ayy), fuck there's no way around it. (Ayy)
So I'm crossing hella boundaries (yeah), wait I might look happy. (Yeah)
Fuck I might be a sad bitch (ayy), cause reality is tragic. (Ayy)
Life isn't magic (ayy), fuck shit is real tragic. (Ayy)
Wait it ain't how you planned it (ayy), fuck cause there's no way around it. (Ayy)
So I'm crossing hella boundaries (yeah), wait I might look happy. (Yeah)
Fuck I might be a sad bitch (ayy), cause reality is tragic. (Ayy)
[Outro]
I, I Got, Seven On The. (I)
I, I Got, I –
I Got Seven On Da Trac' and Dass A Wrap
I, I Got, Seven On The. (I)
I, I Got, I –
I Got Seven On Da Trac' and Dass A Wrap
[Verse 1: Kid Flamez]
Life isn't magic shit is real tragic
It ain't how you planned it, ain't no way around it
But you can't allow it, you can even drown it
Might look happy, look a little sad bitch
Living the dream yeah this shit and that
But in reality i might be all that
Got henny in the bag forever throwing racks
Can make a life where things ain't even bad
Wait, pause this shit is getting bad
First we lost a legend then pills took out my man
R.I.P to them cause they paved out a path
For us to understand and learn from our past
We live to set our lives on track
Put clothes on our backs and earn a couple racks
Blow up every bank
Give the next Gen a really high rank. (But)
[Chorus: Kid Flamez]
Life isn't magic (ayy), fuck shit is real tragic. (Ayy)
Wait it ain't how you planned it (ayy), fuck there's no way around it. (Ayy)
So I'm crossing hella boundaries (yeah), wait I might look happy. (Yeah)
Fuck I might be a sad bitch (ayy), cause reality is tragic. (Ayy)
Life isn't magic (ayy), fuck shit is real tragic. (Ayy)
Wait it ain't how you planned it (ayy), fuck cause there's no way around it. (Ayy)
So I'm crossing hella boundaries (yeah), wait I might look happy. (Yeah)
Fuck I might be a sad bitch (ayy), cause reality is tragic. (Ayy)
[Verse 2: Grizzy Grae]
Drop (drop), she lost that top. (Top)
Hundred Naira bitch want a thousand dollar cock. (Thousand dollar cock)
Uh stop (stop), just checked my watch
Broke on the dot, got no time for a thot. (Time for a bitch)
We the cream of the crop (ayy), fresh outta stock. (Yuh)
King of the block got no time for a opp. (Yuh)
When we pop out the pot (uh), pull up to the spot. (Ayy, pull up to the spot)
Make it to the top, tic tic on the clock never stop
Damn, I'm a billion dollar mans
Million dollars Benz, with some thousand dollars rims
Hundred thousand fans with some hundred dollar bands
I ain't with the trends, I got trillion dollar plans
Goddamn
6pm till the morning
I'm just tryna make it out this hell I was born in
Bloody in the booth, killing beats no warning
Make it out the ends, off limits be the gang Goddamn. (Fuck limits)
[Chorus: Kid Flamez]
Life isn't magic (ayy), fuck shit is real tragic. (Ayy)
Wait it ain't how you planned it (ayy), fuck there's no way around it. (Ayy)
So I'm crossing hella boundaries (yeah), wait I might look happy. (Yeah)
Fuck I might be a sad bitch (ayy), cause reality is tragic. (Ayy)
Life isn't magic (ayy), fuck shit is real tragic. (Ayy)
Wait it ain't how you planned it (ayy), fuck cause there's no way around it. (Ayy)
So I'm crossing hella boundaries (yeah), wait I might look happy. (Yeah)
Fuck I might be a sad bitch (ayy), cause reality is tragic. (Ayy)
[Outro]
I, I Got, Seven On The. (I)
I, I Got, I –
I Got Seven On Da Trac' and Dass A Wrap