Lyrics:

Uh yeah, to me being real was the most important
Im coming out, they talking about my abortion
Im fucked up mentally and this is not extortion
My mind so fatigued and twisted, my contortion
I give a fuck about what people say to me
Thats what I was taught being raised by my family
Staying true to my roots, all the way down to my boots
Uh, your ugly, fake face to me is just like pity
So many girls, they want the licky hicky dicky
Started getting messages about my releases
Seems to me like my shit is sweet like Rieses pieces
I was so confused, demotivated, sad and scared
Now fuck with me bitch, uh yeah you know Im up here
I knew I had skill and rapping was still in my will
Homies calm down, you know just take little chill pill
Man, Im only getting this, and just made a sandwich
Got the meat and lettuce, you just call me annoying
Im boying, playing around with the mic toying
Man you folks are too dumb, sitting sucking on the thumb
Im only spitting truth, Em, Logic, Hopsin and Cole
These are my damn idols; Im no fucking senior
Thats called being humble, that a lot of you lacking
Keep it cool, flow and rhyme, bringing real hip Hop back n
I got balls, so I keep my words in my sack
Having fun, keep it true for the worth of my daps
You can turn around, cause no way, Im going down
Or at least as something you cant even be when
You see me doing shit thats envisioned and missioned
So keep listening cause Im not dissing just spitting
True feelings about some of the people Ive dealt with
That I cant fuck with, and that I dont get along with
Its been long since a song dropped; it feels like Ive popped

I want to rep a city; make people proud of me
So my people can keep their heads high, proud and happy
Just to be loved by motherfuckers, I dont want to be fake
I rather be real and just fucking deal with all the hate
Cause thats how 90% of people pay their rent
Really, Im giving back and getting back what I spent
I aint greedy, their just needy, so they ask for more
Get caught in between and I would love to slam the door
No fan base and yet my tracks are still up in your face
Got a view, so confused, you dont know where each is placed
Getting better, got this flowing, you look so amazed
Are you cool homie? Man, you look so fucking out dazed
My phone is ringing cause I think hip hop is calling
Man Imma be the 1 amongst the homies Balling
Can't leave em there, bring em up to stare, put your ear hear
Cause Im in a mode that no one wants to see in store
But before, I go; I have to give you some more
Cause I got way fucking more left in this breath
That I feel and know is about to go to deep depths
And Im not talking about your bank account ha-ha
Tanned women all up on me, and feel like no body
I just always wanted that dorm room I could use to
Get drunk and fuck girls from my uni in such as you
I was busy working out the fucking union
What it do, when I is a better team unlike you
Got to be kidding, rather have a girl who is real
Call her a girl, not bitch and yeah man thats so ideal
Don't disrespect, don't want to get disrespected
Doing shit that I hope you know is least expected
I work to get money like getting all these sane views
Man all this fake music is like poison to my ears
This fucking shit just makes me feel out of place with fears
And it scares me unlike my enemies, man just please
People want some shit they can sit back, relate to
And lyrics thats true, something I feel is not you
Fuck the money and the house, the girls and the cars
Keep it real and helping others makes you a star
Not the money in your accounts and the biggest house
Thats all small in the real world like a mouse
You can meet up with your homies, talk about my death
Sit, watch, laugh cause doing this till my last breath
Ive been there now and back, laying killer bars breath free
Doing this every day man, for who I want to be
Dont give a fuck about what and how you feel and see
Imma come one day and knock, set your ass freeeeee