Boss J - Realist in It Lyrics

We hit three in a row Tic Tac Toe
And I'm eating all the green Almighty Joe
Had A sit down wit Mama she said I'm Grown
Ain't no plays on yo phone
Need to take yo ass home

Smoking Dope out the Ps and this some runtz
You ain't smoking like me aint no gas in yo lungs
Try to rob it ain't no beef we gon eat lunch
By myself f*ck a bunch Notre Dame leave em Hunched

Make a play any day Bae I'm feeling like Brady
From the Burbs imma trap out the basement
Mix it and cook it naw been patient
I just met the plug at the G-Station

Bitch on ha knees rolling up giving facials
White bitches on me can't touch em I'm racist
Can't Help em One time they forever gon need it
F*ck all my elders I grew up mistreated

If i took the profits I needed them ends
Bring another Might do it again
Treat you like a sucker if you ain't no kin
Only do family ion fw friends

Niggas be talking we really gon sin
Put my big homie or shorty on him
They gon take all his pain ain't no worry in him
They don't slide for they niggas just glorify him

Niggas Tripping get around these bitches and start politicking
Realist in it I won't let em move me I won't let em phase me
Trapping on the Daily
Run it up no waiting
Bitches asses shaking
I need me some acres
Lencys wit no laces
I feel niggas hating
Put this 40 on em
Scoring like I'm sayers

I grabbed a pack and I started to trap
Foenem say hit the Stu and just rap
F*ck a new nigga ain't giving no dap
Put this nick in his back if he cap

Order some flowers we cracking his seed
Von got the heat on the moves never freeze
Learned from brother that's all that I needed
Told her I love her I know she believed it