Really Though - Intellectual

[Intro: Scarface sample]

- Do you have the money?

- Do you got the stuff?

- Sure I have the stuff, but I don’t have it right here with me now. I have it close by… no te apures

- I don’t have the money, either. I have it close by, too

[Chorus]

Really though, milli blow, kick billy bow, gritty yo

Pretty ho, cars, crib and dough, here we go

The City know no video, plenty low

On any foe, let the semi show

[Verse 1]

Action-filled synopsis

The way we lie to cops - straight-faced mobsters (I ain’t do it)

If my guerrilla team was on the silver screen, we’d have won Oscars

My signature style unorthodox like Doctor’s (here’s your prescription)

I know I’m better than ever now but far from obnoxious (I’m aight, I’m aight)

We touch your heart, mark dark gutter proctors

Bring your number two oxes

And your massif

We wet it up mean, if step on scene with galoshes

Niggas better head underground like the ostrich

I’m in the hood patient leanin’, y’all gettin’ chased and screamin’

I face my demons

Be coming in first place since I raced the semen

Don’t plan the altar

Strong support system with me and my manz Volta

We rip stages down like ‘Zilla and Mothra

I body tracks, bring in the chalker

Basketball, bikes, bus passes is the shit I fought for

You scared to leave school at three o’clock, throwin’ up with cramps

As I was mushin’ niggas at bus stops, throwin’ up my hands

I’m hard rock classic, no fears, heart pump acid

Start reachin’ for it, they saw it, niggas casp it

I clear the block without a shot, the aggressor

Just walked through, made a gesture

Nothin’ loud, nothin’ extra

I school each semester

I leave lessons for your professor

Waiting for Jay to start breeding

Empresses that take down wrestlers

We lock the spot down, my niggas at the exits

Ski mask, hallows - a live nigga checklist

Trunk full of iron, just bought it from Texas

Stacks of imperial, took four days to scratch all the serials

D’s got nothin’, just hooded figures on the video

[Chorus]

Really though, milli blow, kick billy bow, gritty yo

Pretty ho, cars, crib and dough, here we go

The City know no video, plenty low

On any foe, let the semi show

[Verse 2]

Made my road through empty, let the dark side tempt me

Now I do favors, no payments, just thank me (yo what up, man)

A simple good look, nothin’ lengthy

A quick jotted street list with hypnotic sequence from the MP

Niggas don’t want drama, we bleed on beats

Blunt trauma, I see through punk rhymers (soft niggas)

Keep it flowing out, not one comma

My skill rubbed off, I was shinin’

Lefty when I get on, I’ll come find her

I remember trips was skip the pick and nab

Thirty eight stickin’ out my pants

Case nigga from Seth look frontin’ and I’m licking at they manz

I taked up guns in my teens

Tanel showed me that trey pound with the beam (what up, ‘Nel!)

My next one was clean

Used to dig hottest chicks was right in Queens

Them on the side 122nd on the stoop, tight in they jeans

Caught Uptown fever, bagged a diva

Treated the god like shit but it was hard to leave her (it’s hard, pussy’s good!)

I was young, had to learn it for a month in a rest

Like a hermit, Kev start wildin’, “fuck is your problem?”

You glad she wasn’t burnin’

I bounced back but scars showin’, heart stone

Nothin’ but dick for these chicks, I left my heart home

My twenties was a flash, money schemes, gettin’ ass

Each week I’m thankin’ the lord I ain’t crash (thank you, lord)

I was sixth gear, for a link and a crisp pair

Knew I was lost but I couldn’t see shit clear

My rhymes was my remedy, end a street enemy

Trying to assassinate hip hop plain view like Kennedy

That’s why y’all need this, formed our embassy

Studio product, come from that street chemistry

It’s pudo, can’t lose, ten a key

[Chorus]

Really though, milli blow, kick billy bow, gritty yo

Pretty ho, cars, crib and dough, here we go

The City know no video, plenty low

On any foe, let the semi show