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yung sh1n1gam1 b01 - my reality lyrics

[verse 1]
morning started off kinda lazy
i hit the jack, rolled out of bed
and stepped on a straight thumbtack (ow)
i thought, “d+mn, this day is turning out like a b+tch”
what could make it better? sh+t, i know, a f+cking chicken sandwich
i left the house, hit my favorite joint
where the bread ain’t all that soggy and the chicken on point
through the doors i explode, like dynamite (bang, bang, bang)
the drool is flowing like my bars, and i want that bite

[verse 2]
walked up to the register with swagger and poise
i find myself in front of some scrawny teenage boy
wouldn’t be surprised if the kid was one of my fans
so i lower my glasses and stare as long as i can
he says, “uh, sir, can i take your order?”
i woulda called him kinda cute if he was just a bit shorter
i rolled my eyes though because i gotta keep my cool
i say, “i’m tryna get a f+cking chicken sandwich, fool”
he looks at me with dead eyes and now i wanna punch him out
but i hold back my pride ’cause this still bad for my clout
[verse 3]
he says, “do you want fries”, i say, “the f+ck you think?”
he says, “another dollar fifty, you can choose a drink”
i say, “okay, let’s get a cola”, he says, “sorry, we’re out”
“well, f+ck it, guess i’ll get a lemonade”, i started to shout
he asked me, “do you want a small or large?”, i said, “large, man”
he says, “alright, that’s gonna be another dollar then”
i rolled my eyes and say, “fine, i’ll get the small”
he says, “will that complete your order?” like he ten feet tall
i say, “you didn’t ask me for the size of the sandwich or the fries”
cashier boy reviews the sh+t, says, “i apologize”
“if you want the special small combo, you get a discount”
i say, “alright, that sounds kinda nice, but what’s the fry count?”
“uhh, something like eight fries”, “nah, f+ck that sh+t”
“i’ve had it, go ahead and get your boy a big super size”
“okay, sir, would you like an apple pie or dessert with your meal?”
i look the b+tch in the eyes and say with nerves of steel
“i’ll take a soft serve ice cream”
“cone or a cup?”
“give me a cone, b+tch, order done, now shut the f+ck up”

[verse 4]
“total seven ninety+nine, sir”, hand him a ten
i don’t even count the change, just stare at him again (’cause i’m rich)
“keep the mayonnaise out my f+cking sandwich, boy
or i’ll tear the roof off the place and leave it destroyed (no mayo)
he says, “i just put the order in, we gotta redo it” (what?)
i say, “no way in h+ll”, he says, “i’ll tell the cook”, “b+tch, i knew it”
lazy ass little kid got me looking like the bad guy
take my seat and wait for my chicken and fries and
f+ck, sh+t, in my anger i forgot my drink
the empty cup is waiting on the counter right by the sink
i grab the motherf+cker ‘fore i hit the ice machine
slam it hard against the b+tton, what comes out? nothing
i say, “y’all out of ice”, another worker comes out
he says, “my man, i get the message but you don’t gotta shout”
[verse 5]
he brings out a bucket of ice, i stay there tapping my foot
he pauses for a minute saying, “i forgot where it’s put”
i grab a handful of ice and shove it into my cup
he looks at me like i’m a basket case, like i give a f+ck
i smash the lemonade b+tton, thank god this sh+t ain’t broken
grab a lid and a straw, hit the table, then start smoking
little ice boy looks at me and says, “you can’t smoke here”
i stand up again and tower over him to invoke fear (what’s up b+tch?)
except the ice dude is just about my height
i rolled my eyes, fl!cked the cig, and say, “i get it, alright?”
sit back down, where the f+cking chicken sandwich at?
and start regretting my decision, i don’t wanna get fat
another ten minutes pass, i see my joint on the counter
sh+t, i forgot that they don’t bring it to you, f+ck all the cowards
now the soft serve is melted and the chicken is cold
looking desperately at all this bullsh+t i was sold
but f+ck it, grab my meal, make my way to the table
at least i got my f+cking food so now i’m feeling stable

[verse 6]
little grin on my face ’cause the sh+t still looked good
make myself a little napkin bib as any thug should
first i go in for a bite in this chicken delight
the first thing i taste is mayonnaise, i’m ready to fight
i shout, “the f+ck did i say about no mayo on my order!?”
cashier kid shouts, “i forgot to say the change costs a quarter”
“y’all are charging me for taking something off the food!?”
and now the manager comes out and says, “sir, you been rude
and now you gotta go”, “what? but it’s not my mistake”
he’s got a scowl and a mustache, and hair that looks fake
i call him out and say, “my man, i got bills to pay
i got a life to live, and all you got is a toupée”
he threw me out after that, did not go down with no fight
i left the b+tch with a scratch, he left my arm with a bite
they shut the door in my face, the sandwich still in the place
i headed to the city ward so i can make my case
at least i’m going there now because recording is finished
and my hunger is real, and my drive is diminished
the moral of the story is, kids don’t order food
because the sh+t will leave you salty and in worse of a mood
[outro]
shoutout to tako eats
i’m out this b+tch

- yung sh1n1gam1 b01 lyrics

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