Shit
Feel like Imma body bag this one
The realest
The illest
Struggle made believers
Solidify verbal genius
Complexified written lyrics
Industrial coded phoenix
Intensify compact meanings
And this is just the beginning
I feel like I'm already winning
The business I got no feelings
The fruits of my labor blooming
The hood gon' get a homecoming
The thought alone
Has me buzzing
Beginning they had me thinking
Misleading my overthinking
Of becoming a misbecoming
Proceeded and turned to something
I told you I came from nothing
Maneuvered the game, we throttling
Seeking attention, scoffing
Exploded and made us milly's
Don't tell me about the gimmick
We rock aesthetic, designers
Poetic and ungloved writer
They sparking
Looking for lighters
Anticipating like fighters
Embracing applicability
Kinda feel like that movie
They sang it
R-E-S-P-C-T
Ain't nobody that's realer
Them rappers knocked off the pillars
The realest one in the mirror
The realest has you all bitter
All feeling like the Carlito
My nigga, you ain't no killer
Just more of a Bryson Tiller
Explained it
Still, you don't get it
These raps are cranium embedded
Decoded, published, exported
Then loaded, produced, imported
We got here, trust me, we fought it
The agenda wave has loaded
The motion produced, encoded
Delete it, we gone reloaded
Can't stop us having it noted
Them breakups had us all molded
To kings, golden embedded
We mentioned in every story
And in it, making a killing
Attended gave you that feeling
Of whooshing away your aura
Now prolly crossing the border
I treat you like the explorer
Your energy giving Dora
Synthetic material baller
Not even spending in dollars
And not even cryptocurrency shit
That's enough