That’s Not Real. (Odd Instruments IV Promo)

[Intro: DJ DAX]
It's honestly embarrasing (Yuh, Team Future)
Witcho hatin’ ass (Mira lo que van hacer ahora)
Yuh, yuh (Mira lo que van hacer ahora)
Yo

[Tag 1: Team Future & [?]]
Look to the future

[Producer Tag: OmarCameUp]
Omar on the come up! (Come up! Come up! Come up!)

[Verse 1: DJ DAX]
E-E-E-Ex just hit my cell just to tell me that we should do stuff (No way, no way, no way)
Eso para mi no me gusta
Screaming madly from the rooftops (Aye, yah)
Do it for the Grammys, no babushka
Sh-She just want to kick it like a shoe shop (Kick it)
Devil's in the details and minutiae
​oddwin, this the hottest you've produced
Girl, I call it only the truth, being honest, I’m over you
No apologies, overdue, uh, that's old news (Overdue)
Collard greens, hit the boof, uh, uh, fill the room (Yuh)
Dollar dreams be the mood, uh, uh, mula, mu
I'm just, I'm just saying, wasn't ever playin' what I wrote, huh?
Super Saiyan, tryna son the boy, like I'm Gohan
Tryna weight it, even if it's odd, got it’s pro cons (Yuh)
’Cinerated every single microphone I spoke on
No Johns, tryna hit me up again's a faux pas

[Chorus: DJ DAX]
Aye, aye, that’s not real, that's not real (Nah, nah)
Why you cap? What's the deal? (Why you cappin'? What’s yo' deal? Nah)
On the low, on the real (On the low)
Faux pas be the only thing I feel

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
[?] right on my [?], I need me a second to ventilate (Woo!)
Killin' one my verses, so no verses, I won't hesitate
I was sittin' on my ass, but then I had to elevate (I was sittin' on my ass, but then I had to elevate)
Bitches broke my heart, but, boy, this money make me feel no pain
I was smokin' on the bag, got a bag full of strains (I was smokin' on the bag, got a bag full of strains)
Yeah, yah, why she lookin' at me strange?
She might hit my line, askin' 'bout what PE$O do today (Brr!)
Hopin' I say, "You today", but I'm with the crew today (Yuh)
And my pockets on obese, shit is [?] lose some weight
I ain't ever move no weight
I just smoke the fumes away
I'm with DAX and oddy, aye
I might go melodic, aye (Aye)
She know I'mma top it, aye
That's why panties droppin', aye (Aye)
Who the fuck is me? Wait
Never be forgotten, aye (Aye)
I'm so fuckin' rowdy, aye
Heard this beat, I lost it, aye (Woo!)
[?] hoodie, copped it, aye
[?] when she rub my face (Woo!)
She gon' ask me, "How it taste?"
Roll a Wood and fade away (Roll a Wood and fade away)

[Chorus: DJ DAX & PE$O PETE]
That's not real, that's not real (Nah, nah)
Why you cap? What's the deal? (Why you cappin'? What's yo' deal? Ooh)
On the low, on the real (On the low)
Faux pas be the only thing I feel

[Verse 3: PE$O PETE & DJ DAX]
Never cared about a thing
Cappin' hard, you been a lame
​oddy sent the beat I flow (oddy sent the beat I flow)
So my fans gon' go insane
DAX gon' lose me [?] flames (Oh)
My [?] know that's been a game (Oh)
I'm wit' gang (Aye! Huh?)
Whatchu say? (That way, yuh)

[Verse 4: DJ DAX & 大本 眞基子]
DJ DAX, and that's no cap, need the all caps or catch all caps
Me and PE$O like Mall Rats, pull up Ness with baseball bats (オーケー！)
Compared to me, that's a tall act and you lames are getting no callbacks
Ain't a stretch when I claim to be the King of Pirates swagging in my strawhat
Nick niggas, think you're all that and a bag of chips, pull up with the buster on you mavericks
When I kill beats, I'm just practicing, ATL's next, I got travel tips
You'll need Ray Lewis just to tackle this when I'm on the dot like it's Battleship (Woo)
You'll be mad as shit like— (Woo, woo, woo)

[Tag 2: Team Future & Cheyenne]
Ruling everything

[Outro: DJ DAX & PE$O PETE]
Yuh, yuh
Ah! Ah! (I fade away)
Hey (I fade away)

[Producer Tag: OmarCameUp]
Omar on the come up! (Come up! Come up! Come up!)