[Chorus] Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy I got secrets that I'm taking to grave, ayy Sixteen first time I caught a case Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my momma's place, ayy Niggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, ooh Gettin' high, we was lockin' out of space, ooh I ain't perfect, might've a few mistakes Might've cheated on my bitch, but I know she woulda stayed, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1] Look, I'm ill-matic with a street dream I'ma independent one man street team Told my bitch keep the dishes and the sheets clean I keep the pot full 'cause my son can't eat steam I'm just tryna keep my feet clean Snitch niggas they be tryna keep the streets clean Why you niggas buy clothes full of cheap seams? I'ma shoot porn for the generic delete scenes I'ma suffer for the wrongs that I remember Wrong address, the karma get brought to the sender In a room full of artists, I get brought to the center Shots to the arm, sound like a fork in a blender My money talk, but you don't want to talk to the vender My money long, the only thing short is my temper I drive by the showcase cartin' in a fender I'm lucky that the law never caught through your fender They tell me I learned everything the hard way, ugh If I make it to the charts it'll be a long way, yeah Now I look up at the charts and see an entrée Now I look up at the charts and see a parfait Y'all lookin' in the mirror and see Andre Now I look up in the mirror and see Na, J and Dame or part Dame, way before it all changed Way, way before the part when rockets fell a part Wave
[Chorus] Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy I got secrets that I'm taking to grave, ayy Sixteen first time I caught a case Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my momma's place, ayy Niggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, ooh Gettin' high, we was lockin' out of space, ooh I ain't perfect, might've a few mistakes Might've cheated on my bitch, but I know she woulda stayed, ooh
[Verse 2] I keep the feinds real far from where the pills are I keep the re-up money far from where the bills are Achieved a lot of goals to finish life still far I heard beggers can't be choosers, but you still are I can smell it through a motherfuckin' steel jar I ain't had no time to cook it so it's still raw Thou shall not kill, is that a real law? 'Cause I killed some of them niggas, but I wanna kill more Should I get a drill or hack 'em with a steel saw? I got low, but the fuck niggas still saw The beats old, there's no peace that was still war You been broke, ten years later and you still poor I only write raps still 'cause I feel bored But ADHD still made it to the Billboard A lot of y'all were goaltending, but I still scored And don't be gettin' in on shit that you ain't built for 'Cause we the realest, yeah, we the realest, yeah Quich 'n tell a motherfucker what the deal is, yeah Oh, you got the juice? Don't spill it, yeah You gon' end up like Old Man Quillis, yeah Make a nigga pay the price, I'll bill it, yeah Turn the little fuck nigga to a sparin' chair Push a nigga way back, I'll pill it, yeah Make gunshot a ho with a skillet, yeah
[Chorus] Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy I got secrets that I'm taking to grave, ayy Sixteen first time I caught a case Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my momma's place, ayy Niggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, ooh Gettin' high, we was lockin' out of space, ooh I ain't perfect, might've a few mistakes Might've cheated on my bitch, but I know she woulda stayed, oohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
