Tyrie - Drugs 4 Reality

Paper Up

Niggas need drugs for reality
When I'm at the end
When the drugs kick in
Enhancing the body to win
Reality comes from within
This is the world that I'm in

I don't need cheat code to whip ya ass son
Put niggas on game
Watch nigga preach ya game
Tony tiger such a flake
I Can't hang with flakes
Hoes in my atmosphere
Milly rock in my set
Send my dog at ya neck
You gon have to see a vet
Freeze frame
Catch a sweat
Ain't no fiend in my gang
Ain't no Slaves my gang
We just wanna make it rain
Paper up forget the pain

Text backs on automatic
I don't wanna feel automatic
Self centered with lil love
Everyone wanna savage
Papi Fuego keep it classic
Fresh high from the plastic
Screenshots and breaking views
The pilots over and I'm losing screws
And mental state keep floating back
I'm lost inside my favorite act
What I want
And what I lack
Mirror edge I'm jumping back
Mirrors here i face the facts

Niggas need drugs for reality
When I'm at the end
When the drugs kick in
Enhancing the body to win
Reality comes from within
This is the world that I'm in

Written by:
Tyrie Young

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