Lyrics:
it would make a little sense
Fat chance of that happening
Shit's on fire like Billy Madison
Truth is out there now Gillian Anderson
Everyone's racist.
the curse of Achilles, that's why you feelin' me spit
I'm real deal, and Phil's goin' kill Billy in the mix
I used to be chilly, makin' them flips
I had that
really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the
Game y'all praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me
I just kept it real with y'all,
was for real with it
Wanted a deal, got it but couldn't deal with it
I want me and my whole homeboys to still kick it
I wish they saw me as mouse
best to get in your pineal, eatin' sunlight like a meal
I'm the real deal, and I'm basically a steal that's built from steel and equipped to deal with
to deal I pray to god you learn to heal
I pray to god you make it tho
Don't ever get complacent joe
Discussing goats I pray to god your names involved
I
the ladies never ever front on me
Thinkin that you know the deal, boy, why don't you be for real
I love to rock the mic, and sometimes even rock the wheels
let's get you home"
I'm the one her parents hate
Still the best she's ever known
And there's vomit on my shirt
That's how I deal with everything
I'm
beard kisses
Take a deal or get shorted, you better deal with it
My bitch real, first time fuckin' I got a meal with it
Had to stop taking blue 30's it
ain't wit the showbiz, I'm just AG tryna sign me a Fat Joe deal
And go and ball and every bitch I got OG is on call, that's O.C
Bitch, I confess that I
stitch, YouTube on the phone
Sound low to hear Pam, Joe, and Nicole
Water cooler Boomers sayin' "Hooray!" for the pay raise
Two percent by May, barely
to stand by my side
Still treckin along making it shake
Ball still bouncing gotta make plays
Or deal with the damaging affects
Of coming in second best
Get
coming back
I'm tryna get you out of your bubble but I would say it's wraps
And that's no cap, I'm the real deal, I only speak in facts
Flip them racks,
awfully cold
Your talking real slow
Stop, drop, and roll
'Cause it's the rockstar life yo, yo
Yeah the rockstar life and you know I gotta deal with it
Going
steel Eggo
Throwin rhymes in spirals like Joe Klecko
Miami Dolphin, now shut up, close your mouth and
you be hatin debatin, regurgitatin
It’s New York’s wittiest
Check what’s under my titty
It’s really don’t got a Philly
It’s bout to be Goat, it’s billy
It’s Craft
The real love him
Whatcha gonna do
When real recognize real
I bet you can feel
All the pain that I feel
Do you deal with it
The way that I deal
Or can you tell your
slicker than your sista'.
Turn down the lights she got hit by the vicksta.
Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.
Better have your joint
by the law
I got my own people coming to attack
But this is how it go in the hood when your black
Man this shit wack like a Joe Budden track
lock me
She from a island she call me papi
She got a new name right after she top me
I call her Joe she was giving me sloppy
Motherfuckers telling me I'm
but i yeah I be ballin'
If u my dawg if u day 1 then I cannot cross you
I don't need a deal
I do this for real and I'm independent
She for the streetz
really the first real manager I had and everything changed
And became a hundred percent easier to focus on my music
He got me my first major label deal
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
to win it, then twin it Yeah yeah yeah Phil and Lil
Serve and love together that's the motto that's the deal
If you live for the applause
You will die by
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