The Realist Lyrics

I'm one of the realist

Cause I kept it real

When them niggas was 50

I kept it a hunnit

Them hoes who had stunted

Them bitches is on me right now

They gotta sit in the crowd

I'm smelling like loud

I'm virginia's most blunted

My tax is the most to promoters who stunted

Them niggas redundant

I sent em my music

Didn't nobody check for me

Now they wanna book me

They best have a check for me

Rappers is whack

I wish I had telepathy

Bitch on my lap and her bestfriend is next to me

I'm having thoughts bout the both of them sexing me

Other bitch texting me

Flexing excessively

Shit could get messy g

Why would you message me

I'm like a refugee

Cause I survived all the niggas whose hating

I used it and turned it to my motivation

Now I'm on the road got some shows

In some cities that I never been in my life

I been itching to write

Cause my life like a book

And these niggas gone pay me to read em a chapter

Kick shit like a kappa

But I'm not no cappa

But bitch I'm a kappa

You know then you know

Kicking shit like a kappa

But I'm not no cappa

But bitch I'm a kappa

You know then you know

Bitch I'm one of the realist

Cause I kept it real

When them niggas was 50

I kept it a hunnid

Them hoes who had stunted

Them bitches is on me right now

They gotta sit in the crowd

I'm smelling like loud

Bitches is on me right now

They gotta sit in the crowd

Facts

I'm one of the realist

Cause I kept it real

When them niggas was 50

I kept it a hunnit

Them hoes who had stunted

Them bitches is on me right now

They gotta sit in the crowd

I'm smelling like loud

I'm virginia's most blunted

My tax is the most to promoters who stunted

Them niggas redundant

I sent em my music

Didn't nobody check for me

Now they wanna book me

They best have a check for me

My life is wild man

Its hard to stay humble

Bitch I'm in the jungle

Bitch hair like repunzel

She love me

She say that she never gone leave

But I pray to allah that she leave me alone

Put my name in a stone

I'm the one

I'm the truth

I'm the god

I'm the answer

Got kicked off the team

Coach had said I was cancer

So I took a trip to my bitch in Atlanta

Found out that she strip

Told her mom she a dancer

Say I gotta gift

They been calling me santa

I used to write rhymes in my notebooks and planners

Now I'm on the road with some weed and my hammer

I never chase liq

Put the drank in my fanta

My eyes on the prize

That word to my gramma

I used to get bowls

From my dog down in bama

How I get these bars

Like I been in the slamma

Say she gotta job

But she really a scammer

I don't give a fuck

Give her nut like I'm planters

The sex is bananas

She bad with a bag

So I'm spending a bag when we popout

You know how I get when I rockout

I'm balling like bron in the lockout

I pullup pop shit with my cock out

I ask em who fucking who sucking

Them bitches gone love me for nothing

Who sucking who fucking

I'm one of the realist

Cause I kept it real

When them niggas was 50

I kept it a hunnit

Them hoes who had stunted

Them bitches is on me right now

They gotta sit in the crowd

I'm smelling like loud

I'm virginia's most blunted

My tax is the most to promoters who stunted

Them niggas redundant

I sent em my music

Didn't nobody check for me

Now they wanna book me

They best have a check for me

Rappers is whack

I wish I had telepathy

Bitch on my lap and her bestfriend is next to me

I'm having thoughts bout the both of them sexing me

Other bitch texting me

Flexing excessively

Shit could get messy g

Why would you message me

I'm like a refugee

Cause I survived all the niggas whose hating

I used it and turned it to my motivation

Now I'm on the road got some shows