Lyrics Recall - Jules

Yeah
Look

Can I have it all
One of the questions, I suppose (I suppose)
That's running through my mind that I ask to know
And where did all the other talented rappers go
I Mayweather these hits, can they match the blow
The facts a show, I started from a young'n, now I've grown
I see things clear, these dudes don't belong
That's why I never be paying no interest to they songs
'Cause slick talking is cheap and they proving they credit wrong (Credit wrong)
Yeah, and my opportunity burning bright
Flyer than them fellas, I'm flourishing off another flight
They starving for the truth like they on a hunger strike
'Bout to feed their appetite, get it right

I'm a bring the real back (Real back)
Yeah, so I'm a bring the real back (Real back)
It's clever words from the wise, limit is the skies
How they gon' conceal that? (Conceal that?)
Yeah, so I'm a bring the real back (Real back)
Yeah, so I'm a bring the real back (Real back)
It's tall orders to a fry, bananas for the pie
Tell them boys peel back (Peel back)
Yeah, so I'm a bring the real back

As God as my witness, not asking to be the richest
Just hoping that my dreams work out so I'm praying for fitness
Took a Marvin Gaye ballad and I flipped it like a gymnast
I'm out to set records with my records like Guinness
A young menace, in my element like a chemist
The flow suit me well so you know I mean business
I stand behind these bars like I'm doing life sentence
They just for the small talk like Popeye without the spinach (Without the spinach)
I always wonder why talented rappers never make it
Build their dreams up to see these label heads go and break it
They be the rawest with a flow so vivid you could trace it
Just to be looked over by these dudes who rap complacent
So mentally, I'm prepared for whatever's coming next
And individually not compared, that's why I earn respect
I'm the one to call on, just dial collect
Cutthroat, at they neck, get it yet

I'm a bring the real back (Real back)
Yeah, so I'm a bring the real back (Real back)
My dreams are seen through Stevie Wonder's eyes
So it's no surprise that they gon' feel that (Feel that)
They say, "J, bring the real back" (Real back)
Yeah, so I'm a bring the real back (Real back)
They sit and listen to them lies but forget them guys
Baby, this is real rap (Real rap)

Yeah
I'm stepping in, hold your regards, I'm hardly arguing with them
They balling like Stacey Augmon, I'm Barkley, hard to defend
It's funny like Farley, 'prolly, oddly I'm dying to win
I kicks it, karate, Mr. Miyagi channeled within
Acknowledge it then, modestly rocking Chicago 10's
Stay flyer than Ms. Poppins, they flocking, try to catch wind
No need to pretend, carbon copies, they copying us men
They biting, Anthony Hopkins, stop jocking, rocking for 'ends
Yeah, but I'll slow it down
These dudes lying through they teeth, Bobby Brown
I'm just a top dog coming from the underground
And I'll throw stones at the throne 'til I hold the crown, and uh
Coming live from the bottom of the map
Better yet, from the L, 6th Street to be exact
Never slung in the trap, but the irony is that
Dodged crack for this rap, now I'm crack, it's a wrap, and I
All my praises given to the Most High
Southern kid in the Crimson 3's, holla roll tide
I'm tryna see double my money like I'm cross-eyed
9th inning, slow pitch, bet I Sammy Sosa
For real, the kid trill 'cause the flow so ill
The hottest rapping kid still, pro flow, no deal
And I can see why they mad at me
I'm tryna turn dreams to reality
It's J