paroles de chanson Real - Xenial

I was born to kill mics
Going off like Tyson
With a arrow that's guiding me
Tryna be the flyest in the game like a bison
Mastering elements tryna just guide people to listen common sense
Never on Sokka shit
People be tripping me up
Saying that I don't got tools to make it
I'm not convinced
Imagine me wrecking these stages and killing off haters like I'm in the matrix
And they flipping pages to see how I tick
To throw me off my game I guess I'm the shit
Now people eyeing me
Saying they proud of me
Where was that energy when I was on a knee
Shut out like Colin but now I'm just balling
Never giving fucks I ran out of all it
Fuck it
Imma just do what I do
Doing everything I can to come up with the crew
Now a nigga been revived for like 3 times
What I mean 4 forgot this name why
Does everybody try to give hate
When I try to show love
Make shit to relate
But instead nobody want me hitting the plate
So they leavin me scraps tryna tell me my fate
Tryna be the one on the scene now
But instead pressure got me feeling all senile
Travel back to when I would put the heat down
Body every bag of tracks go over 3 thou plus 6
So who scouting me
Cause I'm killin everything
Cause I'm bound to be
A young kid with a better salary
And laughing at anybody out there doubting me
And that's real