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Realest
326
Hip-Hop/Rap
Realest was released on July 17, 2012 by Long Flight Home as a part of the album Reservation
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Release DateJuly 17, 2012
LabelLong Flight Home
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Angel Haze
Angel Haze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raykeea Wilson
Raykeea Wilson
Lyrics
Trell Fields
Trell Fields
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trell Fields
Trell Fields
Producer

Lyrics

Triller than the trillest
Fuck that bitch the realist
Middle fingers up
It's like motherfuck your feelings
I said triller than the trillest
Fuck that bitch the realist
Okay I'm number 1 to who's second
I'm back up on my shit, shit, shit
Suicidal flow got them bitches like back up off my wrist, wrist
My team is too exclusive
Your team is full of actors
Bitch I'm a fucking movement
Yep I'm practically the cash heard
We mobbing out in Vegas
Next week we in Tobago
I swear we fucking hungry
Bitch we eating off your table
Got a million dollar plan and the shit so brain
Money on my mind and the shit gon' rain
Whole bunch of bitches tryna do it like I can't
But can't do it like I can cause they shit so lame
Your shit so lame
To get like me you gotta twist your brain
Bitch twist your sane
If your shit's hash my shit's cocaine
My shit cocaine don't pay no mind my shit no brain
My shit so action, shit so classic
Unorthodox, my shit so vain
Y'all **** don't understand
But still under my ass like underpants
And I'm over y'all ass like smothering
And I'm smothering and I'm covering
I'm covering my tracks
Tell them bitches better watch they back
Tell them hoes I'm bout my money
Tell them bitches better have my stacks
Triller than the trillest
Fuck that bitch the realist
Middle fingers up
It's like motherfuck your feelings
I said motherfuck your feelings
I'm realer than the realist
Middle fingers up
Bitches motherfuck your feelings
Like off in the world I was made to shine
And I'm about to blow up like grenades inside me
Y'all lil' motherfuckers out the way in times of
Everything I spit hot like Satan's saliva
Greatness, stateless, I'm awesome peak
And I don't wanna wait bitch, Dawson's Creek
They cannot put us together we are not conjunctions
And you looking like a mill bitch, hot consumption
Way too many screws loose connected like bluetooth
Writing on the pad bitch connected like Blue's Clues
Too rude and yeah I'm nasty like school food
Greatest and the ladies looking at me like who's who
Damn, they looking at me like who's who
Bitch, I'm looking at you like who you
I know I'm the best, digging anybody's grave
I ain't the next nobody, I'm the first Angel Haze ****
Triller than the trillest
Fuck that bitch the realist
Middle fingers up
Cause it's motherfuck your feelings
I said motherfuck your feelings
I'm realer than the realist
Middle fingers up
Cause it's motherfuck your feelings
Triller than the trillest
Fuck that bitch the realist
Middle fingers up
Cause it's motherfuck your feelings
I said motherfuck your feelings
I'm realer than the realist
Middle fingers up
Bitches motherfuck your feelings
Written by: Raykeea Wilson, Trell Fields
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