Real Shit?? (feat. Benson)

Septik gon' hold you to the fire Expose you as a liar Cops hunting humans for sport They want a riot That's a self-fulfilling prophecy Take a guillotine to hypocrisy White hypebeasts say they rock with me Step in the club and they all stop to see Ship the shit in this spliff from California Don't wanna talk so let me be I tried to warn ya Can't help that I'm stuck in my ways, got me stuck in this place Cause I'm stuck up when I'm fucked up Rap like I'm gon' run up Ain't no knockoff like Gunna When I pop off I'm gonna be rollin' 3 deep down 440 You see me, I'm grabbin' that .44 b Too good these rappers kneeling before me This the sound of the 252 and the 919 Create a scene, didn't like their style Spit to the wall like I'm in denial Flows go longer than the fuckin' Nile You want millions on an Instagram profile I want a million blue faces like a Lily of the Nile That's more smart shit, so google it God gave me style and now I'm rude with it,disquietude kicks in Knock knock like who it is, cause it's Breathe fire, spit heat No one try to diss me Talk shit cause I'm risky Shoot twice,you still miss me, cause it's Breathe fire, spit heat No one try to diss me Talk shit cause I'm risky Shoot twice,you still miss me (I'm making a hard right at Saratoga) (See if they're still on us) My shit is so flames that the poker is stoking me Ballin' at Carmichael like my name Stokely Openly, fuck the police Man they must joking G Toke a B Cannot knock my steez when I assault a beat Open bleed, beat so much I have to wash it out my sheets Never fuck women who clearly be off the E Ben got that Flanders bod,okely dokely Smoking on weed be so potent it's choking me Energy chi learned from reading the DBZ manga Little ass fat kid i was brah Clowning my class, that's what she said my mantra Ain't gon' lie still a shy motherfucker Hide and write clandestine motherfucker That's OG, that's close to me Cultivate my art I grow heat Still y'all on that Bartleby shit But I stay on the grind, birthing out remarkable hits That's not what Driver told me Bout that self-indulgence Can't deny it, I'm a poet Fueled by ego, drugs, and moments Solipsistic, secret open Masochism, hearts I broken I'm a dick so imma stroke it Self-administer the choking Cause I hate myself I know it, Benson Uh, uh uh uh uh Benson burner on that real shit Finna hit the kill switch Uh, uh uh uh uh Goose and Septik on that real shit Shit you gotta deal with