Asaad_king "You ain't real"

*rap when the beat starts, and rap fast)

Just because you got a dead homie don't make you real

You still got some fucking fear

You sad and you ain't savage

The streets are tragic

I make raps that burn some shit, Some niggas, questioning magic

I got so much knowledge, bottled, and you ain't find a little bit of logic

Demons I shoot between the eyes, make 'em close their eyes like a damn closet

They want a check to deposit

But these niggas still stuck on prime and composite

And they wonder why they got no profit

It's simple, if I said they got profit, it'd be the opposite

The day later, ain't promised (beat drop should be here)

Only death you can't dodge it

we all have to admit

I ain't sayin' you needa quit

But you ain't real

It don't and it never will make you real, if you never fucking left yo blocks

uh? You got glocks

clips extended, more shots than how many tics in an hour on 'em clocks

You ain't real, nigga I could trap you in a damn box

You suck 2 cocks

Everyone dies, that's why not everyone will live

You keep makin' mistakes, hopin' god will forgive (rap should end on 1:00 of the beat, my pace has ended on 1:00 multiple times, but idk 'bout you.