Lyrics
This
the
realist
shit
I
ever
wrote
But
I'm
dyslexic
I
ain't
writing
though
I've
been
Sippin
really
slow
Working
on
how
I'm
bout
to
break
down
this
flow
Bitch
Niggas
I
don't
wanna
hear
it
I
just
want
to
see
the
rise
of
the
realest
I've
been
getting
money
from
the
day
that
I
started
Y'all
Niggas
ain't
even
working
on
your
profits
Y'all
be
wasting
money
in
this
the
Stu,
ohhh
I
just
built
it
in
my
home
and
spit
these
royal
blues
Niggas
keep
saying
that
I'm
luminati
I
can't
sell
my
soul
the
world
don't
print
enough
money
So
I
gotta
grind
it
on
my
own,and
bring
all
the
money
to
the
circle
and
the
family
How
you
Niggas
say
that
you
on,
and
then
you
meet
with
labels
just
to
beg
them
for
a
loan
I'm
the
type
of
goat
that
roam
is
alone
Looking
at
that
mountain,
is
that
Aries?
You
already
know
Cause
a
Nigga
here
built
for
war
Fuck
what
you
got
nigga
show
me
what
you
ready
for
They
ain't
put
the
barrel
to
your
face
Right
next
to
my
mom
I
told
a
nigga
make
my
day
Should
of
seen
how
he
got
out
the
way
Put
that
on
my
life
they
still
can't
put
that
on
my
grave
I
feel
like
Austin
Powers
tell
my
ho
to
behave
Now
she
playing
with
the
pussy
and
she
wetting
backstage
See
she
going
warm
it
up
Cause
this
the
warm-up
I
don't
need
to
take
my
wind
breakers
off
I
ball
son
I
don't
even
know
what
they
on
son
But
I
hope
they
all
die
not
slow
We
evolve
like
Darwin
The
irony
of
survival
of
the
fittest
is
that
it's
2018
you
can't
survive
just
rocking
fit-its
Sold
dad
hats
so
call
a
nigga
Sion
papi
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