Would you sell yourself in a deal?
A world that judges you by the cash you carry
Would you sell out everything you think is real?
Just to trade in something that's imaginary?
I stay real, I stay real
I chose real, I chose real, real
I stay real, I'm real, I'm real
I'm real
New breed, I speak illuminations
Prophecy, I'll lead the way for generations
A rookie in this cruel occupation
Yet artists look to me for inspiration
So they can get a boost in reputation
Just know you cannot steal imagination
Cause it's way too real