Lyrics Real Rap, Pt. 3 - Ren Thomas , Inswain

Uh, I don't even think he ready nah
And I'm always fed up when I'm fed a lie
But I always see through it and they wonder why?
I can only see what's right like I'm Fetty Wap
Fuck an eye for an eye
I do not worry what's right when I write
And I might just off ya top off the top
Every single muthafuckas gunna drop when I drop
Damn, money talks ya heard
And I'm getting it I'll tell 'em whats the word
I was in the game flipped a couple birds
And then I had to hop out flipped another bird, fuck 'em
I was born chosen
You bitin' heads like Osborn shows and
I'm headlining, I'm for closing
I'm in the building not foreclosing
But I'm okay
I got the juice like I'm OJ
I'm killing it bitch, don't hate
I'll give it to you like I donate
Ay
Uh, I don't even think you wanna see me run it back
You be fumbling up in the field like running backs
I be like a blitz you know im coming for the sack
Uh, getting nowhere
And ya merch getting no wear
I'm killing it man it's no fair
And it's all for free man it's no fare
Yeah, fuck it though
Now i'm coming for ya fuckin dough
You can forget the peephole on ya fucking door because you couldnt see me with a hubble scope nah