Distorted Reality

I'm, I'm loc'ing, I'm loc'ing, loc'ing like a lady Cat. Ain't nothing new to me, I'm from real, Jack. Making what you feel, baby on a dollar Bill. In the middle the fight club scene, Every time I'm falling off. The music make pop off, ride out, Make me clock I'm locked head In the game until the clock say. All this 'cause one, now I'm down to be The nigga the month. I got looking all around, don't let that be Going on. Materialistic youngin' living like a piece Of vinyl, gone. Ain't lot of time think, Live in moment. the neighbor talking a knowing that 'bout. Bright shining blind, still do talking 'bout. I got real right behind me, no fear in Living, Running 'bout.