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Reality Lyrics - Artist : OFB
[Intro:]
If you don't drill the replica good
The bullet won't leave and pop
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[Bandokay:]
More time just swing where the heart is
Yo, let me get my hands on Lil Jojo
Push my Rambz straight through them glasses
In the T, wooden floor, no carpet
I've been there for time, ain't clean my armpits
Pedal bike on the strip, man's grafting
Man just lean out the ride, start barking (Bow!)

[Double Lz:]
OFB's got too much skengs (Bow!)
And we circle round on the opp block
Don't bring phones, just waps instead (We don't)
We ain't leaving angles bent
Too many back doors popped on them
Trip up, drop, oh damn, you're stressed
Free Ingz, free Bradz, OYY keeps taking my friends

[SJ:]
How many man been splashed and shot?
We done a drill, laid low from cops
See my hunting knife gon' rip through tops (Rip)
The PR got wrapped in socks
And I'm in a next ends, that's kway, that's posh
The skeng's real safe, it's calm, it's locked (Locked)
And when I rise it, it's gon' beat like thots
It's gon' beat like thots

[Bandokay:]
What's so hard to go step for your G's?
Me, I will just step and squeeze
Did you hear that shotgun sneeze?
[?] called me and kissed her teeth
I think the corn woke her out of her sleep
Blame Kermit, he just blammed a neek
Talk is cheap, what happened that week?
Gang got two but it should have been three
Me and Claps in a German doing top speed
Right now we need two bad Bs
That's not Cookie, that's Cali weed
Move from here with them tired trees
Catch me on the glide in a bruck down Jeep
Me, Lil T, MadMax and Creeps (Gang)
Opp pulled up late at night and went screen
I ain't heard nothing but the tyres screech (Skrr)

[Double Lz:]
Circle the Woods with the spinner on me
This kid is a violent G
Toured over there with guns back seat
Rude boy drop and your feeling this heat
Slap this wap, that's A

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