I wanted to be real, wanted to be real

I'm the winner but I feel like a victim

Graduated from the situation, found a solution

Smoking on the pollution, all black suit

Black gloves on, just like a hitman

Trash Star Boys and we sleep in a coffin

Wake up, drinking coffee

I get to it often, might get to it this morning

Prada boots on, look like some Jordans

I'm playing, I'm scoring

DG, Nike, they supporting

Just do it, blade on me, I'm swording

I'm veiled when I'm wielding

Knife in my heart but, man, fuck how I'm feeling

Can't look at me, you're dreaming

Can't even see me when you are sleeping

Black Volvo, we're creeping

I had ups and downs but it's falling into place

Like the love from God when you look me in my face

I had dreams of life that were lost in empty space

I had almost drowned if I didn't fuck with that drain

I had four, five strikes, at the sixth I lost my wings

I'm the puppeteer, put my puppets into play

Wanted to be real, wanted to be real

Wanted to be real