Real

Fuck YOUR walled in spit dimensions

To fit in I, gotta show fitteds, be slow witted

Ballin for attention, Haulin shit I’m rentin

Just so I’m able to have labels Callin for my benchin

Got no fake claims in ink, no great chains in links

No WEIGHT gains from drink, But I do take aim at inc’s

Who put up puppets who dub shit for club bitch

Who’s fame claim is “I’m a dream

Who Obama seen as a foreign economy”

I take shits with better sounds

Fuck how YOUR berretta grounds, my vendetta hounds

So I buck then tuck in, slam the door shut and

Embed a clown under redder grounds

Fuck that my mind is Aquinas

During the dark ages

Goal to mark pages that my heart glazes

But with no ears to hear, its art wasted,

I still hark rage this

Is not how I want to illuminate, so I’ll spill booms ‘n bass

Doom your fate cause all you talk is kill, shrooms, and hate

I like to think saying what matters gets my pockets fatter

Now in reality salary be the only mentality

That POWERS be instillin in fake villians and sour gs

While cowards see record SALES despite hecklor’s mail

And directors veil what wreck whore feel

For a rap vid that vexed, bored, failed

Scan fads for the next sure trail

So fat cats stack and don’t perplex more males

And whack tracks avoid trash pails

I could join em and talk how I hold my heat to moles in streets

Wanna control the weak but still molded by tweaks

Follow regs with hollow heads that grow old in weeks

Should I do what I’m told to speak?