Realest

Alone in the club, fuck up

Two left feet, cha cha

Only in the club for fake love

Fake bitches bring out my realness

Whispers in my ear

Make it less clear

Should incinerate the room

I know you here

I look in the mirror

I hate the way thoughts loom

Shots to head like Rush roulette

I swear my thoughts keep spinning

My alter ego tarrantino

I shot shoots but not like movies

I turn a dawg into pooch

Slight frow up on their brow

When I'm in town the ozzy loose

Now that its blood all up

On my vans bitch

Those were my favourite shoes

God damn it they always panic

When the see the monsoon

This aint no gimmick bitch I live it

In the huddle I call the scrimmage

Them homeboys way to timid

If they turtles then im splinter

Or anti hero venom

While still saving the princess

Its toxic

Riding off into sunsets

I confess

Money girls I cant pick

A whole city of unrest

I set the scene for apocolyse

Finally got the hair on my chest bitch

Forget about guest list

Came to fuck up game plans

No more escape plan, dummy