When it's real, better grasp the steel When it's real, better run the field

No amount of words can save you now When it's real, I'll meet you in hell

When it's real, better grasp the steel When it's real, better run the field

No amount of words can save you now When it's real, I'll meet you in hell

Better tip toe while you walk on eggshells, shells will be shot at you

Twelve shots through the window, Prymal gotta sin though, Eruption locked in this heat, no window

Act like you don't even know me Shut the fuck up, you're below me

Blood red soul with that blood on me Twelve shots to ya dome, feel me, homie?

Better bet there'll be a day where we meet face to face, neverland too far away

So you better fucking pay! Repeat! what you said online, on the streets

And you better not have cold feet Cause I'll eat you alive, you can meet me

outside The crew's gonna ride when we meet at night

We'll see if you're hype and the trash talk holds

Bad man, huh

Keep that energy I'll fuck you up! Been waiting, I've been hopin' that there

finally is the moment that we're in the same room

Been praying in the open, heart is open ain't closing And I'm finding where you stay so your

face can stay broken!

I do what I want, fight back and get sprayed

This was never a game, you better stay afraid Sit down and contemplate, it ain't worth

meeting your final day! Never gave a damn what you ever had to say

Okay, little mate, better zip it straight!

Or you'll come back home meet a barrel to your face!

And fuck what you say!

We both know actions speak, louder volumes anyway!

It's Prymal, it's Prymal, it's Prymal

When it's real, better grasp the steel When it's real, better run the field

No amount of words can save you now When it's real, I'll meet you in hell

When it's real, better grasp the steel When it's real, better run the field

No amount of words can save you now When it's real, I'll meet you in hell

They say the devil, wears Prada now I might be him! Or I'm Jesus Christ combined with a Nephilim

See you plottin' my demise, it's deep inside your eyes!

You're about to cross the line, you're Judas when we dine

I'm preachin' to my last breath, you let money in your head

Actin' like you were a friend, only wanna see me dead!

Still ain't even made a cent, you ain't really been a friend!

You are gonna meet your end, fuck your peace I'm at your head!

Watch you steer right into incoming traffic

Public gon greive and fear, shit was just tragic, graphic!

You ain't got any kind of skill for me to match with

Land hits, smashed it! On the charts you stan bitch!

You know we aren't cut from the same cloth!

Just hate on! Laze on! While I'm getting paid on!

Every track I rage on! Yours just lack they gone!

Got more views on single than you do on an album, ha!

That's why I never put a lame on

Legitimate entity, don't wanna mess with me

Nor be my enemy! Praying for the end of me!

Something that you'll never see!

You just wanna be me! You could never see me!

You're gonna be bleeding G! Bitch, I'm the best G

Better believe me. You're gonna be seething!

Legend to a number! Fuck your mama undercover!

You just made an enemy! There's no happy ending G!

Only one way this ever gonna end!

With the Pryme on top and your body down dead!

On God that you're scared, that I'll put you in a chair!

Talk too much shit and you shouldn't have dared

That's a barrel to your head and a rose in a grave

Let it be a lesson to all of those who wanna act brave!

I'm practically vengeance! A reaper with a cause!

You're actually end it, I'll see you in the morgue!

When it's real, better grasp the steel When it's real, better run the field

No amount of words can save you now When it's real, I'll meet you in hell

When it's real, better grasp the steel When it's real, better run the field

No amount of words can save you now When it's real, I'll meet you in hell