This the realist shit I ever wrote

But I’m dyslexic I ain’t writing though

I’ve been Sippin really slow

Working on how I’m bout to break down this flow

Bitch **** I don’t wanna hear it

I just want to see the rise of the realest

I’ve been getting money from the day that I started

Y’all **** ain’t even working on your profits

Y’all be wasting money in this the Stu, ohhh

I just built it in my home and spit these royal blues

**** keep saying that I’m luminati

I can’t sell my soul the world don’t print enough money

So I gotta grind it on my own,and bring all the money to the circle and the family

How you **** say that you on, and then you meet with labels just to beg them for a loan

I’m the type of goat that roam is alone

Looking at that mountain, is that Aries? You already know

Cause a **** here built for war

Fuck what you got **** show me what you ready for

They ain’t put the barrel to your face

Right next to my mom I told a **** make my day

Should of seen how he got out the way

Put that on my life they still can’t put that on my grave

I feel like Austin Powers tell my ho to behave

Now she playing with the pussy and she wetting backstage

See she going warm it up

Cause this the warm-up

I don’t need to take my wind breakers off I ball son

I don’t even know what they on son

But I hope they all die not slow

We evolve like Darwin

The irony of survival of the fittest is that it’s 2018 you can’t survive just rocking fit-its

Sold dad hats so call a **** Sion papi