I'm real wit' it

All the gossip in the chat I don't appeal to it

They don't like it different

Well they gotta deal with it

Put a mil' to it

Not a light bill to it

Put my life in the verse

Better bump it in my hearse

I've been going off since the day I heard"The Search", I tarnish

On the beat

I harness

All the realness in me I can possibly carnage

Gimme the beat

I write the words

I'ma go out full auto

Taking the flow

I do not own

But it's in my cargo

Go write a diss

About my name

You won't get that far though

I'm on the way up

Pop in at the top

Like Jack Harlow

Talking bout the beef like"aye who want sum?"

If I do reply, then it's all done

This ain't"meet the grahams" it's a redrum

Taking bout careers I ain't talking bout no real guns

Slander on my name I'ma call a veto

Oh the villain dead, guess I'll be the hero

Yoits hit the jackpot, out casino

Hating me is taking up a winning zero

The moves I'm making you already know I got it

Sometimes it be hard to keep it modest

When they want you falling

Calling shots

They all find appalling

But you know I'm not

Going out 'til I've been all in

'cause

I'm real wit' it

All the gossip in the chat I don't appeal to it

They don't like it different

Well they gotta deal with it

Put a mil' to it

Not a light bill to it

Put my life in the verse

Better bump it in my hearse

I've been going off since the day I heard"The Search", I tarnish

On the beat

I harness

All the realness in me I can possibly carnage

I'm not a fan if you got yo problems

I'm not a fan if you cannot solve 'em

Big plaques and views, oh what?

You don't got em?

Take all your issues and go get on 'em

I don't need nobody like that

Cuttin' ties while I'm shutting traps

Then I write a hit, then run it back

Think you could do better, here's the pen and the pad

Slow or asap

Either way it ends in the trash

Disses and Disses

Running up my hitlist

Do what I envision

Planted? I know who did it

Man on a mission

Pad in my britches

Built different

Why leave it when I'm not even close or near finished?

I got a project in my hands I couldn't fathom

They wanting the smoke I'ma throw it right back at 'em

I gotta be a God-sent with every atom

If not why did I ever happen?

I'm real wit' it

All the gossip in the chat I don't appeal to it

They don't like it different

Well they gotta deal with it

Put a mil' to it

Not a light bill to it

Put my life in the verse

Better bump it in my hearse

I've been going off since the day I heard"The Search", I tarnish

On the beat

I harness

All the realness in me I can possibly carnage