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Know somethin' real, I real—

I really live that shit that I rap, you know what I'm saying? These ****

These **** some actors (They know that, though)

These fuck **** really wanna be me, you see what I'm saying? (I swear they do)

They can never be me, though, you know what I'm saying? (Never, ****)

Trials, tribulations, all that shit

Blood, scars, all that shit, ****, I worked too hard, ****

Fuck you (Fuck you)

Huh, switch beat on his body, **** (Brrt)

Get tapped with hollows, spread through his shit, poison ivy, **** (BabyDrill)

And I'm still four pockets full like I'm Wham, these **** know I can't be fucked with

I'm a million-dollar ****, but I'm still in the hood with a 5, bitch, I'm on all bullshit

**** shot at the kid, but I bust back (Brrt)

Get a **** ass nailed like a thumbtack (Bah, bah)

**** went down the road, then we got his ass poled out for speakin' on Rock, them big facts

Still'll bounce out the back seat, fuck a rap career (Come here)

Ghost the Glock, head tap, then scratch off the serial number

Free the church, SOS, bitch was blazin' (Blazin')

Talk to God on my knees, pray He save me

**** got rich 'fore I ever signed a deal (Uh-huh)

Bank account loaded, got two-point-one M

But I'll still ski up, work the backseat like an athlete, chase a **** up the hill (Come here)

Boy, ever seen a dead body? Give you chills

First **** here put a box on a ten milli'

I'ma rock out for Rod, give a fuck, I got ten milli'

I ain't squashin' shit, tell them fuckers I'ma still kill 'em (I want 'em dead)

I'm still on the West with a chopper

I looked up to gunslingers, I ain't have a father

I can go hat for hat with any ****, bet that bitch can't top me

****, all I serve, pop Quay and act an ass

Fuck I look like sparin' ****? I'm in a box right now with a paper tag

I was Cristo4L, turnin' **** to hashtags

Try me, ****

Huh, switch beat on his body, **** (Brrt)

Get tapped with hollows, spread through his shit, poison ivy, **** (BabyDrill)

And I'm still four pockets full like I'm Wham, these **** know I can't be fucked with

I'm a million-dollar ****, but I'm still in the hood with a 5, bitch, I'm on all bullshit

**** shot at the kid, but I bust back (Brrt)

Get a **** ass nailed like a thumbtack (Bah, bah)

**** went down the road, then we got his ass poled out for speakin' on Rock, them big facts

Still'll bounce out the back seat, fuck a rap career (Come here)

Ghost the Glock, head tap, then scratch off the serial number

Free the church, SOS, bitch was blazin' (Blazin')

Talk to God on my knees, pray He save me