i'm real

I stay real I'm rap's big wheel yall rap fifth wheelyall still a few fries short of a

happy mealSoon as I'm home, yo, I'm cookin up a mealfuck those games, you

know how I feelThey call me fake cuz my talent is unrealyour name's on my wrist,

that scar will never healyou'll fit in just fine and then ask how you still feelWhy am

I here? It's so surrealbut let me stress just how I really feelStay real and behind

the wheel at a point it's feeling so surreal/ a heart that's beating made out of steel

a serraded bladed way to mascarade and grey a way to say how I truly feel man

I don’t care if were in class. You Hatin on me cause I got mad skills, Still gettin

money ain't got no dealmost are like, pfft there no such thing as the canadian

halocaust, get real.