For Real?

Bitch niggas talking i said for real?
My niggas eating them 20 dollar meals
I got my bitch them louis v heels
Me and my niggas stay making them mills
Bitch niggas talking i said for real?
My niggas eating them 20 dollar meals
I got my bitch them louis v heels
Me and my niggas stay making them mills

I stay winning like pusha t
Drizzy poked the bear, pusha came back with no mercy
Nowadays the vision is hard to see
White rappers ain't struggle, no odysessy
Niggas kneel when they see me, it's a state policy
If you listen to your music it's not hard to see
Why people think you're trying too hard to be
The next eminem, and i'm feeling them
Dre put the em in em like a bag of chocolates
Open your pockets and your wallets cause
I'm about to give you my two cents
Niggas think they rhymes are too dense
Niggas hopping out the fence when
Cops come through to arrest they homie
They phony like an iPhone
But don't mind me, i'm stoned
I live in 20 different time zones
I got 2 phones for obvious reasons
Ones to sneak diss niggas who fuck with me
The other's to sneak diss niggas who stay quiet
You depressed? nigga i don't buy it
Got them double chins why you trynna hide it
Got them $20 chains why you trynna hide it
Dumb nigga taking a shit on a bidet
There's only one word to describe it
And that's pussy

Bitch niggas talking i said for real?
My niggas eating them 20 dollar meals
I got my bitch them louis v heels
Me and my niggas stay making them mills
Bitch niggas talking i said for real?
My niggas eating them 20 dollar meals
I got my bitch them louis v heels
Me and my niggas stay making them mills

Don't smoke that shit ain't dope
Tie a rope around my neck
And tighten it to see how it feels against my skin
Forgive me lord for my sin but i can't live like this
Just want to end it and fade into the blyss
And just go to hell, i know i'll end up with a cell
With that nigga bieber, or that short nigga from weezer
In that 120 degree weather but still catch a fever
My girl said she pregnant but i don't believe her
I'm a firm believer in karma
The gang arm a .99 at all times
Talking gibberish but it still rhymes
Pay for a mcflurry with dimes
I sometimes feel like i won't see you again
Grab a latin chick to sing the hook
These the rhymes that'll be listed in the book
Writing these rhymes on a bench with my notebook
Like mobb deep i'm dealing with the shook ones
This goes out to the good ones
Drake ain't a good dad but he got a good son
Oh, i said it
Anyone saying im number 2, just dead it
It was written like nas but came from end*
Don't mean to offend
I know everything like the weeknd
You still can not comprehend the straight bars i be spitting
Walk to your girl crib and i be licking
Fire back nigga the clock stay ticking
If you don't nigga the gang stay clicking