Real Life Fantasy – Ja Rule

Real-life, real-life
Fantasy, fantasy

I’m a rock star, Rick James, Mick Jagger
Bright lights, big stages, bad habits
Get high, go to prison, and evade taxes
This is not what I envisioned when I started rapping
Fuck the mansions, the phantoms, the suites, the cabanas
‘Cause none of that matters when the mirror shatters
All I see is pieces of me scattered
Is it a miracle, or is it madness?
Because when I puts it all together it reflects this
And this is me
About as close you gonna get to insanity, or genius
My real-life fantasy

Is this my life, or am I dreaming
I can’t lie, I don’t believe it
Oh, I don’t believe it
Oh, is this my life?

The talk of the fantasies, the more twisted the memories
I never thought Gotti would leave the game like D-R-E
Never thought ‘Shanti would ever stop repping the team
And how the the fuck is Lloyd hooking up with the enemies?
If this was ’03 I would have told you you was crazy
If you told me this is what it would be
I miss Vita, Caddi, Black Child, Charlie
I thought we were tighter then the Marley’s family
But I guess you can’t be
In an industry that breeds nothing but envy
Jealousy, please nobody befriend me!
In my real-life fantasy

Is this my life, or am I dreaming
I can’t lie, I don’t believe it
Oh, I don’t believe it
Oh, is this my life?

I’m fantasizing about dreaming about a nightmare
How weird is this? It seems like somebody just lost their grip on
(Real-life) fantasy, (real-life) fantasy
(Real-life) fantasy, (real-life) fantasy
I’m on more than they’re on, cocaine or methadone
I’m on this money these bitches the upper echelon
I’m on one, reality’s on one
It’s a thin line, here’s to Christian

Is this my life, or am I dreaming
I can’t lie, I don’t believe it
Oh, I don’t believe it
Oh, is this my life?