Real Life Lyrics

Yeah

I mean I, live the shit that I spit, I ain't lyin' about nothin

Niggas chattin' about smackin' me, but that guy is just bluffin

Get out your chest, you pressed, boy, you really hidin' from somethin

Cause I am him, slim, you're havin' trouble tryin' to stomach

My life is real, the fuck am I gon' cap out

My foot is on these niggas, throats, stay chokin', they gon' tap out

These niggas drunk and blacked out while I'm puttin' classic tracks out

Cause me and them is like Kendrick Lamar, you see the gap now

Y'all niggas just annoying like a hangnail

And God done put the flames in my eyes, so now I raise hell

I write a verse for therapy, that shit sound like a great deal

With great skill, I murder these niggas, my fear, it ain't real

It's nonexistent, my flow is so omniscient, I really just do it all

My pen and my body different, I mean, I put the hurt on niggas like I'm on the Pistons

You wanna hear the next rap God, just stop and listen

To the words that I speak, it's so natural

So pass the crown, I am the king ain't no backing down

Y'all niggas gossipin' like some girls that get passed around

I'm rappin' at the top of my class with no cap and gown

Winning runs in my blood, my lineage black and brown

So ask around, I'm the best nigga that's rappin' now

And forever, I'm just writin' these letters to match the sound

Of the best of the 20, I'm too lethal to pat me down

You ain't a dog, nigga, you feline, I seen your cat meow

They talked that shit before, but I see how they actin' now

They're scared, I put fear in their heart, they laugh it out

By a landslide, I'm the best in this shit, better ask around, nigga

I just let the pen go, it takes me places

It makes these niggas feel the bars, and now they makin' faces

The skill takes a lot to uphold, it's crazy maintenance

Cause every line is hotter than the heat you bake your cake with

Just move it aside, your boo my side

I only got a couple friends with the truest of ties

When my hand is on the pen, I write the stupidest lines

I proved it, I'm too good writin' lucrative rhymes

Words are easy, I'm a dictionary book with a mind

And a mouth that rap it effortless, the truest savant

And I'm nice with the rock, like I hoop with LeBron

Your boo got a shrine of me, what you gon' do with it now, nigga