Seeing Real
Lyrics are vexed crap that become complex in rap and love
Talk then the sex overlap a honey with money keeps me a thug
Need to add notes to your bad quotes your tad don’t promote
Good rhymes even with hood lines you couldn’t be street soaked
Your brain too small you’ll take a lame fall after you’re jacked
And slapped whack, “all right hand over the bling and the crack”
I’m a beast with vapors while you just a piece of paper for the trashcan
Got no cash man, my stats trimmed like a hat brim while you a fat dim
Rapper with a slim chapter and it ain’t HIP HOP take off them tims
My art raw like a sharp saw if you act a clown you get smacked down
I’m wrestling and testing the arena like John Cena I attack and astound
With curved blades and words that’ll persuade you to do wrong so take
Your crew home because I slew domes like guillitines man you fake
You belong on a list of faggots while I piss on maggots you don’t have
A chance slick I’ll grab and romance your chick while you search for vocab
I have service rendered while you nervous and tender like a cartoon bet
You fart in the room through your fruit of the loom an absolute goon wet
With not skills, rhymes on romantic grounds like organic compounds fertilize,
Hurdle wise and grow fruits and throw brutes on lock down like Burl Ives
This is frosty the snow man its costly in no man’s land, hussle as a survivor
And use muscle fiber plus tussle with drivers Taxi Cabs too expensive subscribers
At the money in magazines while my dew rag be clean and starched
Lyrics are vexed crap that become complex in rap and love
Talk then the sex overlap a honey with money keeps me a thug
Need to add notes to your bad quotes your tad don’t promote
Good rhymes even with hood lines you couldn’t be street soaked
Your brain too small you’ll take a lame fall after you’re jacked
And slapped whack, “all right hand over the bling and the crack”
I’m a beast with vapors while you just a piece of paper for the trashcan
Got no cash man, my stats trimmed like a hat brim while you a fat dim
Rapper with a slim chapter and it ain’t HIP HOP take off them tims
My art raw like a sharp saw if you act a clown you get smacked down
I’m wrestling and testing the arena like John Cena I attack and astound
With curved blades and words that’ll persuade you to do wrong so take
Your crew home because I slew domes like guillitines man you fake
You belong on a list of faggots while I piss on maggots you don’t have
A chance slick I’ll grab and romance your chick while you search for vocab
I have service rendered while you nervous and tender like a cartoon bet
You fart in the room through your fruit of the loom an absolute goon wet
With not skills, rhymes on romantic grounds like organic compounds fertilize,
Hurdle wise and grow fruits and throw brutes on lock down like Burl Ives
This is frosty the snow man its costly in no man’s land, hussle as a survivor
And use muscle fiber plus tussle with drivers Taxi Cabs too expensive subscribers
At the money in magazines while my dew rag be clean and starched