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Verse 1
Em
Put me on the mic
and I'm the realest one
Got all that I want,
I still ain't have enough
Tell me what you know about being hated
For trying to make any
shit that you love
Cause they couldn't imagine
a life without drugs
Tell me what you know about being down
But unable to stop
cause your head isn't safe
Tell me what you know
about making it up regardless
Taking every hit
to continue through all the hardship
when you've been heartless
trying to get me out the darkness
it's an arson
getting car sick
Know I got the scale on a mic,
but it's like when that blue checks
I feel like I'm Constantine,
constantly dodging the flames
that no way you make it in rapping
I'm top of the chain
The carnivore blood I got pumping through
every inch of the vein
and speak under your breath to yourself
Bm
Em
And I walk in the room like you prayin',
the fuck are you sayin'?
I did the work to get here
while the rest of you sit and complain
than the things that I face
I've been hackin' into brains,
brain frame, wrong
shape, so
Yeah, I know the life that
ain't as good as it gets
there ain't no option here if
it don't manifest
Fuck anybody who gets in the way
and the labels who scared of
the shit we possess
Hate all you want, but
know you're all the ones
who gon' watch what I'm doin' next
Put me on the mic and I'm
the realest one
ain't no time for love
I never have enough
and killin' shit since 21
ain't no time for love
still ain't have enough
Been a savage before 21
When your parents told you
that your dinner's cool
I jumped off the
porch without an interview
You were down to be a cool kid in school
I was Troy creepin' through your
living room
Told homie I had some missing screws
Money made my first album
Hit the roots and I would just produce
Back then wasn't talkin' blicks
I was buzzin' off the sticks
You better dip like the jimmies do
By boy,
a tennis shoe?
And I keep the pepper for the chicken
Homies never take my kitchen food
Diggin' out the shade of school
To get some views, iron niggas
Strange how they made me give
They the one that get up in the booth
You are minuscule to a large general
You up with the arsenal I'm
sendin' you
but it's dog shit to those
I remember when they brought my mom
in the room
Em
Bm
Fought with the bull to mental health,
now I'm finna lose
now they lookin' identical
Em
C
Em
Bm
Three words that I live by, win and lose
women too
Fuck everybody faking,
I've been the truth
Put me on the mic and I'm
the realest one
there ain't no time for love
I never have enough
shit since twenty -one
there ain't no time for love
and still ain't have enough
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