Ambidextrous

[Intro]
The real is back
The real is back
The real is back

[Verse 1]
You know I don't like to say the word swag, so
Baby, I'm the cat's meow
You can call me Manny Balboa or Rockiao
I'm the bee's knees
Flow stupid like I'm talking D-minus
Wakil, I'm your highness
Boss, word to Ricky Ross
I paid the price to be it, so don't ask me 'bout the cost
If he don't believe me, here's a line for you to cross
You can't fade me 'cuz my daddy got slain on the cross
Getcha whole crew barbecue, no sauce
So many styles
So many, many styles
Some people don't know, some just ain't seen me in a while
I must re-introduce myself for those who knew me as a child
Ow, I was yet to be a man
But the whole entire time, next level was the plan
Yeah, I made a few mistakes and got traded to a team
That's a playoff contender, JaVale M-McGee
All I need is a few rounds, I'll body them in three
I'm swingin swords like shinobi
I got 'em locked down behind my bars like O-Z
While they looking for me in the wrong place like Kony
If it was up to me I'd keep spitting 'til I'm out, ya'll

[Pre-Hook]
Cuz I don't like to write hooks, I'm a southpaw
Say I don't like to right hook, I'm a southpaw
I confess, I'm ambidextrous
And most of ya'll never even seen the best yet

[Hook]
The real is back
The real is back
Whatever you consider real, Wakil is that

[Verse 2]
They was lying
I invented swag
Whoever told you that was either high or sippin yak
I got a new plan to be the next sensation
Lift my shirt, six pack, now I’m the new situation
Man, that reminds me of my topic
We heard it all before, but the state of hip hop is
Looking like glorified garbage
Common sense is somethin' me and Common have in common
First it was all cool, but now it's lookin' like a problem
These niggas need attention to the point they all starvin'
Now they got more thirst in they bodies than the groupies and the barbers
And due to my diagnostics, I should prolly be a doctor
Let me digress just to get it off of my chest
Whoever’s the biggest ho, they’ll treat ‘em like the best
Whoever’s the best slave lays back in the shade
A big house, nice porsche with they whips and they chains
I ain’t mad at your hustle, boy
Gon and flex your muscle
It’s cool we can all Def Jam, Uncle Russell
But do remember that the game needs you when you bust
But if you slip, instead of catch you, they throw you under the bus
Trust, but you ain’t gotta rock sad faces
You good if you on a solid rock foundation
They can say whateva, either way, you makin chedda
And that guy up in the sky supplies laughs foreva
I wanna spit it 'til I'm out, ya'll

[Pre-Hook]
Cuz I don't like to write hooks, I'm a southpaw
Say I don't like to right hook, I'm a southpaw
I confess, I'm ambidextrous
And most of ya'll never even seen the best yet

[Hook 2]
The real is back
The real is back
Whatever you consider real, Wakil is that
The real is back
The real is back
The real is back
Whatever you consider real, Wakil is that

[Outro]
Yeah
I'm out