Mr. Lucci - Reality Check

Anyone can touch a pole, but can you touch a niggas soul
Can you lift him when he low, can you motivate his goal
Can you teach him how to grow, can you tell him where to go
When a nigga feeling lost and he finna crash out
You gon' push him in that fire, or you gon' pull his ass out
Or you gon' throw them rocks and sit inside that glass house
And then turn a victim when them niggas spaz out
Where you head, where you livin' at
Shit, I know where you from, but how you givin' back
Hey, look, we all on borrowed time, how you spendin' that
Hey, everybody dyin' round you, where you winnin' at
It's like the music, done went numb where the feelings at
And all that shit them niggas rappin', i ain't feelin' that
Hey, niggas tearin' down our own, ain't nothin' real in that
Hey, nigga takin' care of home, ain't nothin' real as that facts
I lost my nigga to the streets cause he got trapped behind them cars
Lost my nigga to the system, he got trapped behind them bars
Lost my nigga to them xans, he got trapped behind them bars
Lost my nigga to some beef, he got clapped behind them bars
Ain't nobody fact-checkin', they only believin
Ain't nobody really helpin', they only deceivin
Niggas trollin' on their net while the family grievin
I ain't never seen so many so proud to be demons
I ain't never seen so many dishonestly schemin
Niggas posted in the snow with their Tommy like Egan
Lil' homie done got smoked so he gotta redeem him
He ain't just do that shit on live, I gotta be dreamin
I watch my partner mama cry so you know that I'm steamin
I don't care how many die, we'll never be even
I'ma ride till I collide and none of us breathin
And as long as I'm alive, I never quit squeezin
I look my bitch off in the eye, say I never quit cheatin
But as long as you gon' ride, you'll never quit eatin
You never thought inside your life you'll wake up and Sweden
And while you listen to them hoes, they only competing
You don't never set no goals, you never achieve it
You don't never get respect, you would never receive it
You don't think I had nightmares at night when I'm sleepin
One thing I know about life, it'll never be easy
Help him, kill him, they say you a boss
Help her, raise him, they say that you lost
Treat your woman like a queen, they say that you soft
Hey, why the niggas always loyal get hit with the cross
Niggas wonder where they at, you ain't meant to be boss
And I ain't read this in no book, I was physically taught
These niggas wonder what it take to shit physically cost
The truth ain't meant to be with held, it's meant to be taught
I'm in my bag now, drippin' some serious sauce
I'm in my silent mode, thankin' a millioner thoughts
I built these walls around me, might say I live in a vault
But I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch, I still live in the nawf
I'm givin' game to my city, not throwin' them off
Hey tell that, nigga, stop throwin' that salt
And all them gate keepin' niggas do more than just talk
Same room, different levels, we live in a loft
But anyone can touch a pole, huh
But can you touch a nigga's soul, can you lift him when he low
Can you motivate his goals, can you teach him how to grow
Can you tell him where to go when a nigga feelin' lost
And he finna crash out, you gon' push him in that fire
Or You gon' pull his ass out, or you gon' throw them rocks
And sit inside that glass house and then play a victim
When them niggas spaz out, where your head, where you livin' at
Hey, shit, I know where you from, but how you givin' back
Hey, look, we all on borrowed time, how you spendin' that
Hear everybody dyin' around you, where you winnin' at
It's like the music done went numb, where the feelings at

Written by:
jeron gibson

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