Текст песни Realization - RuinDaRay

You ever had a M4 strapped to your fucking back
Going to the range not knowing if you coming
This is not a game so why you playing like a running back
Nigga you ain't broke give me my fucking quater back
I'm ready for the fade aye nigga where is crowder at
Nothing that was real just knives in my upper back
I be too cold ice sickles but I really stab
Only one nigga on the beat I don't need collabs

Lemme get it right
Before I go and take another muthafucking flight
Back home
Cuz I am the back bone
Of the relationship
At least I used to be
Now I'm the sinking ship
Guess that's the old me
Well no shit
I guess you can see that I am struggling
Not getting enough time to heal
I am mumbling
At this point it's common knowledge I'm stumbling
Haptic feedback without the ruumbling
All these monogamous bitches they kill
Put em in shackles so suffering still
I'm Hearing the rattle
Of the fatherless babies
I'm wearing these watches black driving Mercedes
2019 and we not claiming ladies
They mad about a bitch named Tracey
Alright Im done just lemme grab my Stacy
Adams
Threw em out the window like blow

You ever had a M4 strapped to your fucking back
Going to the range not knowing if you coming
This is not a game so why you playing like a running back
Nigga you ain't broke give me my fucking quater back
I'm ready for the fade aye nigga where is crowder at
Nothing that was real just knives in my upper back
I be too cold ice sickles but I really stab
Only one nigga on the beat I don't need collabs

How bout I hit you in the face with a closed staple
Open safe code
Bout to I read you're Nursery rhymes Lemme hold Franco
Pussy nigga wanna pull up smack em in the back of the neck like a sharknado
Sci-fi Lay that bitch out body shaking like a stripper on that mutha fucking table
You wanna talk about past could've should've would've she was mine from muthafucking get go
Yet tho
I got a CAMO gecko
Sell on let go
Run that check tho
Like neff the pharo
Pressing all yah buttons till you die no respawn
Enclosed fable
Pulling out the moves like I'm chris Jericho
What I be thinking about so damn hysterical
What's going on through my mind you shouldn't marry so

You ever had a M4 strapped to your fucking back
Going to the range not knowing if you coming
This is not a game so why you playing like a running back
Nigga you ain't broke give me my fucking quater back
I'm ready for the fade aye nigga where is crowder at
Nothing that was real just knives in my upper back
I be too cold ice sickles but I really stab
Only one nigga on the beat I don't need collabs