Real Shit

I rap against the best cuz i like to put my mind to test

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

but wen it all bars down i am the best

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

wen i comeback ima be the best alive

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin as they rise

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life but the thug life just not

being generated correctly

That's butter and jelly

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

because niggas actin childish and petty but i just stay in the back fucking betty

Beware for my marksand yo, makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly

some niggas think ghost are real but that real deal

 

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

I hit the club when you left me thinking that could heal

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

first impressions are fake but the are as good as cake

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

but if i stand pround and live life im take obama's place

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatin ain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

wen kids break their mom's vase i think bout the shoelace