[Verse 1: ST]

If I had a million bucks for every time I gave a fuck

I'd barely be a millionaire, I never seen a ceiling here

I'm just barely feeling air, I can't establish limits here

I just wanna fly, welcome to the sinner's lair

Interfere, feel the fist as the first of my winning pair

I ain't got no third eye bitch my vision been impaired

No illuminati carbon copies of the missionaire

French make it rhyme, stupid fuck pick up a dictionnaire

Reference rappers reeling in for the fishes

They going for the line, I'm going for the picture

Bigger than the frame they were ever in

They could never win, they just here to clean my dishes, bitches

Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown of thorns

I'd sleep like a newborn if this was my final song

Ugh, the realness

[Verse 2: ST]

Ok, I was sent here to better the human race

Better later than never, we moving at a stupid pace

Love is hate, we started bashing on Cupid's face

Now everything laced, cloud nine is a huge disgrace

Smoke weed to clear my mind, soothing grace

That petrol, impossible to say its use is safe

Soma fiends poppin pills like they doing base

Famished, food so bad it feels more like fuel intake

If this the cruelest fate, then I'm in a shooting phase

I'm going out on my own terms like feuding states

Damn, I'm high off that realness

Got weed as well, but I get by with this real shit

I don't need any big words for you to feel this

Never footed in a circle, I'm giving y'all a REAL twist

It's keep you on your heels tip, limitless, fearless

I'm speaking my piece, shit, it'll make your ears twitch

That fukushima, don't wanna come near this

My wrath is godly, and you been told to fear it

Peel clips, bananas for monkeys in the zoo

What I shoot is a problem you gon have to deal with…

REALNESS