[Intro]

Yeah

Somethin' for the fans

Yeah

[Verse]

I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home (Just to feel at home)

I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone (Just to be alone, yeah)

I got an issue with people pretendin' they like what they don't

Please don't bring up my issues unless you gon' deal with your own

Please don't try to pretend like you keep it real, though

Yeah, it's funny that you got a lotta money

But that money doesn't buy you skills, though

I don't care if I am on the billboards

On a killin' spree, I'm 'bout to kill more

Got a chain on you paid a mil' for (Woo)

I mean, what you people even live for?

I write raps, you steal yours, oh Lord (Haha)

We just gettin' warmed up (Woo)

Yeah, I said I was comin', I warned you (Ah)

So close to the fans, I feel like they ride on my tour bus

You wanna know what I do in my downtime? They come to my fortress

I apologize for all the corpses

It's a mess right now, but I haven't had time to put the rappers in the coffins (Yeah)

We ain't talked in like six years, why you writin' me now?

I just turned a 100k down, just to keep the brand lookin' right, now (That's real)

I ain't braggin' 'bout the money, I'm just sayin' I ain't controlled by the bank account

Or the bank amounts, I'm a business man

But don't touch my money, I don't play around, woo

Lights out when the mic's out

'Bout to hit the West Coast, hype crowds

I just put a record out; what you think, I'm 'boutta pipe down?

Nah, I've been lookin' for a beat, look what I found, woo

I mean everything that's comin' out of my mouth

Tried to tell me, yeah, I ain't had the right sound

Oh yeah? Well, tell me what you think now

Two records in the bag, I ain't done, no

What's comin' next year? Let me hear the drum roll

Don't flow, anybody wanna be the one

To make an issue out of nothin'? I'ma hit you with my iPhone

I know, I'm a little out of hand now

I ain't lookin' for a handout

You ain't like what I was doin' last year, which is funny

'Cause you lookin' like a fan now, are you a fan now?

I kinda miss bein' broke, now let me go back to my old days

When I used to walk into high school and hand out my CD in hallways

I told all my teachers that I'd be a rapper, they smiled and looked at me, "Okay

That's a pretty nice dream, but you better get a real job." Mmm, no way

Yeah, I live what you dreamin' (Oh)

I could do this while I'm sleepin'

I ain't the type that'll bring up your name for nothin'

But please, don't give me a reason

I'm on the edge now, I ain't playin' with you

Never really been a fan of takin' pictures

I'm just bein' honest, yeah, I'll take it with you

Shows sellin' out, better get your tickets, oh Lord

I got a love for the fans

I can't express what it feels like (Oh yeah)

Sometimes I wonder if it's even real life

Sometimes I look at the past and think about how I got here in the first place

You know the glove is my birthplace

I don't wanna be rude, but I could get you on my worst days

Say nothin' for me, do it all the time

Yeah, they barely workin' while I'm workin' overtime

Last year, they like, "Who am I?"

Now this year, they like, "You the guy"

Here's a lil' some' for your car rides

If they said I fell off, they all lied

Yeah, you know the logo, better recognize

Yeah, it's Real Music 'til the day we die, yeah