REAL RAP

(Intro)
Yo, it's J $OUL (you know it)
Let's take em back, yo

[Hook x2]
Kick back, sit back
It's my shot, know I won't miss that
They stealing flows, Ima need my shit back
It's real rap (aye), it's real rap (aye)

[Verse 1: J $OUL]
I'm a product of the 90s, crackin' like I'm the 80s
At the top where you find me, I see you, I know you hating
Heating up like cajun, I'm fuckin' off, masturbation
The real is back, I'm sorry to keep you waiting
This my reign, this the proof of condensation
If money ain't on the table, I'm ending the conversation
Niggas been stealing flows, I'm seeking the compensation
Witty my woes, we probably could con the nation
But, that ain't on the agenda, you niggas must've forgotten
I'm diagnosing dementia, your brains is fucking rotten
We kicking like master splinter, never be taking Ls
My circle is filled with winners, niggas just gon' be niggas
They supper they chicken dinner, my story is far from finished
Got no time for the gimmicks, my pen is the penicillin
My lyrics could make a healin', better yet make a killin'
Niggas paraplegics, I promise they still gon' feel him

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: J $OUL]
Boom boom in a batty bwoy head
I got no respect, leave that chi chi man fa dead
No man cyan curse, who God done blessed
But I done cursed, and God I'm blessed
Came into this earth, and he leaving on a stretch
It's a first 48, I got killers in the next
Studio apartment, my mind complex
Your circle filled with squares, and my vision convex
Nigga read between the lines, you don't get the context?
And we taking over, this my conquest
I had niggas on my side tryna hit my hoe ex
Do it on the slide tryna get your dick wet
I could put you down, have my dick all in your breath
Said I got no respect, leave that chi chi man fa dead
Shower him with lead, leave that bullet in his head
You ain't bout your bread, so I'm robbing you instead

[Hook x2]

(Outro)
Real rap. (Hahaha) J $OUL
IT'S A RAP!