The Real (Infinity Guitars)
Mother***** a *****
Hell yeah I do it bigger
I got eight figures like I’m skatin’ in the winter
*****s thought that I was kiddin’
These raps are not my sketches
I’m a sick boy, *****, when I cough I hope you catch it
My germs in your system, now you coughin’ like asthmatic
All of my, I’m tired of it turns into your, wish I had it
I don’t need this money, but I spend it like I wanna
She said this ***** is hers, I don’t wanna take it from her
Your ***** stay chilly, it’s a cold, rough world
I get superhero **********, she a PowerPuff Girl
**********t just got real like Pinocchio turds
Yo ***** is Geppetto, I don’t want no instrumentals
Leave the vocals on my **********t
Like the song givin’ me head
And your ********** can’t sleep ‘cause she used to my bed
She could have any *****, you just mad she chose-d mine
Schoolin’ all you *****s and my mouth will make it Columbine
I am just a rapper, man, I ain’t got no clothing line
My clothing line has closed the line and let me shop at closing time
Yo boy got stacks like I’m standin’ in a Borders line
Hidin’ from you ********** ‘cause real *****’s hard to find
Work this **********t like overtime
Yeah, my clothes are so designed
Closet look like Bloomingdales, yo closet look like fa**********on jail
I break you out, I post for bail
This money make me Olsens, you call your **********, you hearin’ this
Uh uh uh
Yes it’s necessary to be flier than canaries
Stay fresh to death like a mint cemetery
I do not talk, yeah my life a library
Eat her out and leave her cold, make that hole my Ben & Jerry’s
Broke the mold on you **********, man, I am so unique
You are not a rapper, if you were you’d hardly speak
I am Stone Mountain and I haven’t reached my peak
***** her like I’m mad at her then I turn the other cheek
This **********t is amazin', check me in my sweater, man
Comme des Garçons, **********, nobody do it better, man
But I do it better, man
When it comes to ********** girls whisper in my ear
No one else can do this to me
You’s a cutie but you gotta know I’m married to my work
And these *****s ain’t **********t so I guess they must be urine
Gotta gift this **********, like Christmas, **********
I’ma rap and act, Will Smith this **********
When rappers start rappin’ over indie **********t
Just remember I was first to hit this **********t
The difference is I’m different, **********
How the ***** can these *****s be *****-less *****s
Man, what the ***** you gon’ do
I don’t need to talk to you
I am just a rapper too