The Realist (feat. Gizzle & Romell)

Boss ****, yeah

Do the most, got a Ghost with a driver in it

Pockets so big I could hide her in it

Every show that I do got a rider with it

Left out, brought the stink home

Made money like a **** bought a priest home

Let me meet the mom, she feelin' she brought a king home

Jaffe with it, show up to the door with a mink on

Real talk, this is Ye' without the bottle

This Kyrie without the goggles

Winnin' shit without the lotto

Pistol grip without the auto

This a pimp without the motto

This is me 'fore I jugg 'em

Run 'em over, I'll shug 'em

Spittin' fire, got 'em callin'

This is me when I'm ballin'

This Amar'e with the muslims

Bet that line'll overlook 'em

Dropped the album then I shook 'em

They ain't never heard a stuntin'

Twenty thousand just to book him

Showed me coins and I took 'em

Bring 'em here, I bet I cook 'em

Walk up just like "Who could fuck with me?"

You ever beat me, you did that shit luckily

Papa you ****, I'm comin' for custody

All that shit I got at stake with this cutlery

Fuck with the realist

This is what you get, baby, when you fuckin' with the realist

Have them diamonds on you dancin' just to make sure you feel it

**** talkin' like they got it, bruh, no way

I can show you better than I tell you, oh yeah

This is what you get when you fuckin' with the realist

Fur coat game, yeah, chinchillas

We gon' make sure they feel us

This is what you get when you fuckin' with the realist

Everybody, yeah, they gon' feel us

Yeah, they feel us

So come fuck with the realist

They talkin' like they got it goin'

Summer colada got her flowin'

Pen to paper like I'm drawin'

She want me to write a poem

I'm like, "Aye, watch your porn"

I'm just like not conformed

I'm the best, that's confirmed

Commission shit like The Firm

These **** Phineas and Ferb

But hey, mama is the word

I cannot do no wrong, I'm in the Pluto zone

I won the Super Bowl, puntin' and rushin'

And sackin' these groupie hoes

I got the world in my palm, I ain't got much for no groupie though

Money on rapid though, swag on stupid though

Lifestyle on movie role, this ain't no movie though

This the realist that it get, this that spit as thick as phlegm

We don't really click with them, we ball at different gyms

We settin' different trends, we just '

Bout dividends, stackin' them Benjamins

Never been innocent, not gon' pretend I am

I'm signin' these checks, I'm perfectin' my penmanship

I'm settin' and breakin' these records on some Guinness shit

Strizzle, yeah

This is what you get, baby, when you fuckin' with the realist

Have them diamonds on you dancin' just to make sure you feel it

**** talkin' like they got it, bruh, no way

I can show you better than I tell you, oh yeah

This is what you get when you fuckin' with the realist

Fur coat game, yeah, chinchillas

We gon' make sure they feel us

This is what you get when you fuckin' with the realist

Everybody, yeah, they gon' feel us

Yeah, they feel us

So come fuck with the realist

Come fuck with the realist

Come fuck with the realist

Come fuck with the realist