The Real Me

Verse 1:

I come down from a loose high

When I walk through you know these geese fly

I keep it real cuz that's what I was born to do

You call yourself bad bitch but i'v met worse than you

I come up with the weed like shottas

Big like poppa I tell them nada for the prada

They come back wit the pistol and shoot gratatta

But believe me i'm not fazed i'm not bothered

Keeping it real but always feeling managed

Bounce back from rockets with no collateral damage

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Do I love her I tell her don't ask it

She'll be set up for disappointment

I ain't her shrink I don't take appointments

They come at me with potions for my emotions

In rap I get promotions move through the ranks without motion

 

Verse 2:

Ya'll consider smartass rhymes to be great

If I rhyme cat with hat all I get is hate

I already know i'm better than all of you

Spit deep lyrics that you can't catch up to

People love the real me get it straight

Don't say you feel me if you can't relate

That's shit real Gs like me don't appreciate

Fuck syllables I don't want to abbreviate

You know flow matters alot in Rap

But i'm here for myself tell critics to shut they trap

Critics to busy sucking mainstream rappers dicks

I was dipped in river styx so you better put me in the mix

Being amazing is what momma predicts put in my 2 cents we got conflicts

I always win the battles give you babies rattles and then you all scedattle