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i don’t even know what is real
they wanna lie for the thrill
they be shakin’ like shakira
whenever you say how you feel
they wanna challenge like some cinnamon
but when you roll up they in their feels
think everybody need to chill
stay focused and stack on a mil yeah

i don’t know what’s real no more you talking to a krow
moving all these papers, never mountains, that ain’t real
show me what direction, nothing is real
my heart needs an erection, it’s been too still oh
i don’t even know what is real
they wanna lie for the thrill
they be shakin’ like shakira
whenever you say how you feel
they wanna challenge like some cinnamon
but when you roll up they in their feels
think everybody need to chill
stay focused and stack on a mil yeah

i don’t really take into consideration all of this back talk
i don’t hear when you
chippin’ off a grain for my tip when you stacking up three blocks
you simple cold thang
pop my thangs
make my waves, oh
renegade
serenade
my lows
you ain’t peer reviewed i read you easy
i know what you craving, can’t have me
arrest me for mentioning your problems lately
now you want a blessing
this a sharp progression
you be testing passion
i play with fire baby

i don’t even know what is real
they wanna lie for the thrill
they be shakin’ like shakira
whenever you say how you feel
they wanna challenge like some cinnamon
but when you roll up they in their feels
think everybody need to chill
stay focused and stack on a mil yeah

everybody talk talk talking up a storm in my ear never walkin’
i’m tryna stack a bag on a bag with my voice on track
change the culture make it happen
i’m here for 4vr lets face it
i know what i want when i taste it
can’t f+ck with a b+tch that’s basic
i’m doing what i love, can’t say sh+t
i’ve been bending over backwards for a shawty bending backwards in my brand new benz truck
you’ve been flexing on the gram, where’s your voice, what’s your stance, it’s a post not an action
i’ve been losing my mind
trying to recoup the time
wasted it should be a crime
you got a whole deck of jokes
i’m more like 4 of a kind, i stay in my prime yeah yeah

i don’t know what’s real no more you talking to a krow
moving all these papers, never mountains, that ain’t real
show me what direction, nothing is real
my heart needs an erection, it’s been too still oh
i don’t even know what is real
they wanna lie for the thrill
they be shakin’ like shakira
whenever you say how you feel
they wanna challenge like some cinnamon
but when you roll up they in their feels
think everybody need to chill
stay focused and stack on a mil yeah

everybody acting like a toupee
who says that the n+ggas you with ever been real
a couple snakes probably around you every day
so now and then just trim the garden
so you don’t gotta get bit still
that energy got me heated like tyler herro
don’t care bout’ the reason, if you a liar you a weirdo huh
we can’t relate, you stay lying to keep you settled
gotta keep that sh+t from round me my n+gga
i’m not geppetto
you be worried about another
instead of sitting back and just listen
you end up slipping and even asked permission to do it
sorry i could never
i’m way more in the depths of my wishes
i got a fetish for winning, i’m trynna shine like a pendant
i’m nick cannon when i’m wild n out
these drumlines make my punch lines
ronda rousey, robert downey
flat lined, ironed out
y’all so fake, it made me forget just what this rhymes and about
god d+mn

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