Realest
If i was in the philippines he’ll be like my muhfuckinMalcolm x to my martin luther kingBecause he ain’t a fightin to go unnoticedThere’s no way i was gonna cross ’em offLike he’s just some any rapper like a one hit wonder
Yeah, i’m on whatever you onI ain’t gon’ talk on the phoneKeep that same energy fuckin with enemiesIt’s getting tempting to run in your homeHuh, buddy, i do it alone cudi said word to my homesDon’t just go hit ’em ’cause i gotta driveYou focus on aiming that blick at his dome, no capYou motherfuckers be lucky as fuck that ain’t nobody envious of you enoughTake it from me like a brother who dug off the mud on his head but done ended up cuffedThen he just gets back, backed out again into a world where you double what he did‘Cause you learn, you give it up, or get fucked in turn, homie
I’m the realest in the businessAnd everybody gon’ be envious of my beginningsGot a circus for the sinners with bodiesSo stop tryna be another addition‘Cause i’m the realest in the businesAnd everybody gon’ be envious of my beginningsGot a circus for the sinners with bodiesSo stop tryna be another addition
I done got hit on the head, barely survived that shitMinus a 9/10, eminem’s spot still sitsBut fuck a position, i’m tunin’ him inLet all you rock out with it, i ain’t ever gonna be an opt-out missionGet the glock out with it, get to poppin’, dip out and smokeWith the homies we mobbin’, while i’m cleanin’ the stash of my calibersSome of them might got ya’ name on ’emWanna brag about shit that could happenI am the reason that they got a chain on ’emWhen i rap, they consider me a gatlingFillin’ up mags, i’m fina go clappingGet in that bag with a gold b rabbitI know they hate this flow
I’m in the mode to get to killin’ againWith the best stick in your domeYou’re never gettin’ a penny or less, stealin’ the flowsAnd i’ma spread it again as a test, sick of these hoesThey get to bitchin’, the bigger the breasts, neverthelessI’Ma get it, enter with that trigger, never betterInstead of settin’ the bet up, i let up with the berettaMake it, duka-duka-doo, on you bitches in front of peta‘Cause i’m kinda gettin’ fed up of leavin’ y’all wet up like
I’m the realest in the businessAnd everybody gon’ be envious of my beginningsGot a circus for the sinners with bodiesSo stop tryna be another addition‘Cause i’m the realest in the businessAnd everybody gon’ be envious of my beginningsGot a circus for the sinners with bodiesSo stop tryna be another addition
Guess i’ve really no right to complain much (nah)Hip-hop has been good to me, huh (well)But when they say that i’m only top 5‘Cause i’m white, why would i be stunned (huh)My skin color still workin’ against me (what)‘Cause second i should be to none (ha)Being white ain’t why they put me at top 5 (nope)It’s why they can’t put me at one (woo)They’re comin’ with more venomSo the haters, i’m aiming it toward them (brrr)And all the envious rappers, i torch if i’m on a joint with ’em (yeah)And that is the only retort, is i’m not played in the clubs (what)Mothe**ucker, put a cork in itOnly reason they still play your shit in the clubs (why)Is ’cause you still perform in ’em (ha ha)I am a guest in this house but i turned this bitch to a mansionThat’s an expansion, made it gargantuan (huh, what)England, germany, france and japan’s in this bitch (huh, yeah)Even dubai, because my music, they do buy (what)You died tryin’ the scientist2 psychiatrists could not unscrew my head offThe blue eyed devil, i never quit, do i (nah)Nah, ’cause you know you’d get washed like a bar of soap (yeah)You pussy, you wouldn’t give a cigar to smoke (ha-ha)And i know that it eats at your heart like an artichoke (yeah)Because you know that’s how likely you are to choke (yeah)Your heart is broke as i rip you apartI go bananas, proceed to spit every bar i wrote (damn)I was spittin before my mother’s water brokeIt’s not even close, you bitch, i’m by far the g.o.a.tGen z is actin’ like rap experts, zip up your gaps and close your mouths (yeah)Bitch, you ain’t been on this planet long enough to tell me how rap’s supposed to sound (nah)Y’all need to stick to what you do best (what), shootin schools up, gat’, go load up roundsIn your parents’ gats and go to class and let off with the strap and go to town (uh huh)Shout to the furious five and grandmaster flash, but, boyThis someone who really is furious, stay out his path, his wrath, avoidAnd i’ll be the last to toy with a juice-head whose brain is like half destroyed, like a meteor hit itWell, there went melle mel, we lost his ass to ‘roids (damn)And god was like, i got ’em, but i’m gonna start ’em at the bottom of the barrelBrought him in the world where the mother was on valium, and his father was a cowardTaught him as a child when no fuckin’ body was aroundHow to get himself up and out of poverty, and nowNot even a growl in his stomach, gotta be a hound‘Til they put your body in the ground, prolly gonna sound like a clicheBut when haters try to beat you down, say fuck ’em
‘Cause i’m the realest in the businessAnd everybody gon’ be envious of my beginningsGot a circus for the sinners with bodiesSo stop tryna be another addition‘Cause i’m the realest in the businessAnd everybody gon’ be envious of my beginningsGot a circus for the sinners with bodiesSo stop tryna be another addition
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