Realest

If I was in the Philippines, he'll be like my mo'fuckin' Malcolm X My Martin Luther King, because (Martin had a dream) He's too fire to go unnoticed There's no way I'm just gonna pass him off like he's just some any rapper Like a one-hit wonder (yeah) I'm on whatever you on, I ain't gon' talk on the phone (haha) Keep that same energy fuckin' with enemies It's gettin' temptin' to run in your home, huh, huh (run in that!) Buddy, I'd do it alone, cuddy said, "Wait up my homes! Don't just go hit 'em 'cause I gotta drive you Focus on aimin' that blick at his dome!" No cap You motherfuckers be lucky as fuck that ain't nobody envious of you enough Take it from me, like a brother who dug off the mud on his head, but done ended up cuffed Then he just gets spat back out again into a world where he doubled what he did 'Cause he learned "Give it up or get fucked in turn, homie" I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition 'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition I done got hit on the head, barely survived that shit (okay) Minus a nine from ten, Eminem's spot still sits But fuck a position, I'm tunin' him in Let all you rock out with it, I ain't ever gonna be an opt-out mission Get the Glock out with it, get to poppin', dip out and smoke With the homies, we mobbin', while I'm cleanin' the stash of my calibers Some of them might got ya' name on 'em While I brag about shit that could happen I am the reason that they got a chain on 'em When I rap, they consider me a Gatling Fillin' up mags, I'm finna go clap 'em Gettin' that bag with the G.O.A.T, B-Rabbit, I know they hate this flow I'm in the mode to get to killin' again with the best Stick in your dome, you're never gettin' a penny or less Stealin' the flows, then I'ma spit it again as a test Sick of these hoes, they get to bitchin' the bigger the breast Nevertheless, I'ma get it in a way that you can never better Instead of settin' a bet up, I let up with the Beretta Make it "dugu-dugu," drillin' you bitches in front of PETA 'Cause I'm kinda gettin' fed up always leavin' y'all wet up, like I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition 'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition Guess I've really no right to complain much, hip-hop has been good to me, huh? (Well) But when they say that I'm only top five, 'cause I'm white, why would I be stunned? My skin color's still working against me (what?), 'cause second I should be to none Being white ain't why they put me at five (nope), it's why they can't put me at one (whoot) They're comin' with more venom, so the haters I'm aimin' it towards them, and All the envious rappers, I'd torch if I'm on a joint with 'em (yuh) And that is the only retort is I'm not played in the clubs, motherfucker, put a cork in it Only reason they still play your shit in the clubs (why?), is 'cause you still perform in 'em (haha) I am a guest in this house, but I turned this bitch to a mansion That's an expansion, made it gargantuan England, Germany, France and Japan's in this bitch Even Dubai, because my music they do buy You die tryin' this scientists two psy- Chiatrists could not un-screw my head up the blue eyed devil I never quit, do I? Nah, 'cause you know you'll get washed like a bar of soap, you pussy, you wouldn't give a cigar to smoke And I know it eats at your heart like an artichoke, because you know that's how likely you are to choke Your heart is broke, as I rip you apart I go bananas, precede to spit every bar I wrote I was spittin' before my mother's water broke, it's not even close, you bitch, I'm by far the goat Gen-Zers actin' like rap experts, zip up your gaps and close your mouths Bitch, you ain't been on this planet long enough to tell me how rap's supposed to sound (nah) Y'all need to stick to what you do best, shootin' schools up, yeah, go load up rounds In your parents' gats and go to class and let off with the strap and go to town Shout to the Furious Five and Grandmaster Flash, but boy (what up, doe?) There's someone who really is furious, stay out his path his wrath avoid And I'll be the last to toy with, a juice head whose brain is like half-destroyed Like a meteor hit it, well, there went Melle Mel, we lost his ass to 'roids (damn) God was like, "I got him," but I'm gonna start him at the bottom of the barrel brought him in the world With a ma that was on valium and his father was a coward, taught him as a child when no fucking body was around How to get himself up and out of poverty and now not even a growl in his stomach gotta be a hound 'Til they put your body in the ground, probably gonna sound like a cliché, but when haters try to beat you down Say fuck 'em 'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition 'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition I'm just playin', Gen Z, you know I love you