Текст песни The Realist - Chubby Jag , Gizzle

Boss nigga, yeah
Do the most, got a Ghost with a driver in it
Pockets so big I could hide her in it
Every show that I do got a rider with it
Left out, brought the stink home
Made money like a nigga bought a priest home
Let me meet the mom, she feelin' she brought a king home
Jaffe with it, show up to the door with a mink on
Real talk, this is Ye' without the bottle
This Kyrie without the goggles
Winnin' shit without the lotto
Pistol grip without the auto
This a pimp without the motto
This is me 'fore I jugg 'em
Run 'em over, I'll shug 'em
Spittin' fire, got 'em callin'
This is me when I'm ballin'
This Amar'e with the muslims
Bet that line'll overlook 'em
Dropped the album then I shook 'em
They ain't never heard a stuntin'
Twenty thousand just to book him
Showed me coins and I took 'em
Bring 'em here, I bet I cook 'em
Walk up just like "Who could fuck with me?"
You ever beat me, you did that shit luckily
Papa you niggas, I'm comin' for custody
All that shit I got at stake with this cutlery
Fuck with the realist

This is what you get, baby, when you fuckin' with the realist
Have them diamonds on you dancin' just to make sure you feel it
Niggas talkin' like they got it, bruh, no way
I can show you better than I tell you, oh yeah
This is what you get when you fuckin' with the realist
Fur coat game, yeah, chinchillas
We gon' make sure they feel us
This is what you get when you fuckin' with the realist
Everybody, yeah, they gon' feel us
Yeah, they feel us
So come fuck with the realist

They talkin' like they got it goin'
Summer colada got her flowin'
Pen to paper like I'm drawin'
She want me to write a poem
I'm like, "Aye, watch your porn"
I'm just like not conformed
I'm the best, that's confirmed
Commission shit like The Firm
These niggas Phineas and Ferb
But hey, mama is the word
I cannot do no wrong, I'm in the Pluto zone
I won the Super Bowl, puntin' and rushin'
And sackin' these groupie hoes
I got the world in my palm, I ain't got much for no groupie though
Money on rapid though, swag on stupid though
Lifestyle on movie role, this ain't no movie though
This the realist that it get, this that spit as thick as phlegm
We don't really click with them, we ball at different gyms
We settin' different trends, we just '
Bout dividends, stackin' them Benjamins
Never been innocent, not gon' pretend I am
I'm signin' these checks, I'm perfectin' my penmanship
I'm settin' and breakin' these records on some Guinness shit
Strizzle, yeah

This is what you get, baby, when you fuckin' with the realist
Have them diamonds on you dancin' just to make sure you feel it
Niggas talkin' like they got it, bruh, no way
I can show you better than I tell you, oh yeah
This is what you get when you fuckin' with the realist
Fur coat game, yeah, chinchillas
We gon' make sure they feel us
This is what you get when you fuckin' with the realist
Everybody, yeah, they gon' feel us
Yeah, they feel us
So come fuck with the realist

Come fuck with the realist
Come fuck with the realist
Come fuck with the realist