Ray Vegas - Real Shit All Around Me Lyrics

Ray Vegas – Real Shit All Around Me Lyrics

Real shit all around me
Fake shit get up off me
Real shit all around me
Fake shit get up off me
Real shit all around me
Fake shit get up off me
Real shit all around me
Fake shit get up off me

Lining up, waiting for the whistle
Jus glad to hit the field
Time to increase the effort
I understand my level
Basement
Underground I network
No net worth
Paintbrush in my voice
Stroke against the instrumental
Give the nod at fellow artist
Show love while trying to over take’em
They get it, inner circle
Comprehension
Never fuck around it
Found a way to out this
Rage and turn it into treasure
No pussy
Digging deep, Sweating
It ain’t the Molly but the work I put to get it
You lames can just forget it
Continue laying
The architecture of my structure
Supersedes your logic for your failure
Never said that I was better
But can’t help if that’s what I resemble
Ensemble stricken ill
So sick, my rhythm skinny as a stick figure
Live bigger

Real shit all around me
Fake shit get up off me
Real shit all around me
Fake shit get up off me
Real shit all around me
Fake shit get up off me
Real shit all around me
Fake shit get up off me

produce fresh
No cherry picker
100 proof like hard liquor
Attack like you a bad liver
So cold, and hot it cause shivers
Rule of thumb, keep numb
I don’t do feelings
Share emotions like I can’t control my hormones
Grown men make shit
Happen regardless how many times it takes them
Ladies, real women do the same
One thing to tell it to ya man
We embrace it
But there’s a difference when you fish for pitty
The ugly face of not accepting
Your will power is your real power
I used to think I was too harsh
Now I don’t overthink I just go hard
It’s worked best for me so far
Do it big, I think large
Garbage talk is what I call
Excuses cuz that shit
Don’t even sound cute recycled
Decipher realign the vowels

Real shit all around me
Fake shit get up off me
Real shit all around me
Fake shit get up off me
Real shit all around me
Fake shit get up off me
Real shit all around me
Fake shit get up off me

Hazards
It hasn’t always been this way, has it
Living fast thinking quick no time for
Calculating the effects
Stabbing at the pad with a pen
Apprehend a style so volatile I can’t comprehend
Bend a lot but can’t break
Marathon weak legs
Press ahead I might
Learn to control it
A game console yet to be invented
Back, back, triangle, circle, ex
The right move, one day I’ll learn it
It’ll pay off I’ll earn it
Till then I’ll stay on this dumb shit
I need counseling meet with the council
Aim point blank cancel they asses without a pistol
A concoction of some sort
Twisted metal, two barrels n blades
That cut throats sharper than fine tuned vocal cords that I use to record
No chorus a course so obstacle torn
cocktails with rocky
A toast to overcoming
When cock in tail
brain eating zombie corpse
infantry front line like the corp
five starts, of course

[Lyrics to Real Shit All Around Me by Ray Vegas]