If i wanna tread round in this dead town I gotta keep my hood up and my head down Cos these feds now wanna see me in the pen But i want a penthouse can't let em see me again I gotta stack dough on these back roads It's a fact bro my wack foes just slack loads I'm never with a gang man i'm always on my jack jones I don't give a damn cos the mandem got no back bones I keep my circle small ain't fucking with no circus fool Lyrically and physically miraculously hurting booths And if you're serving food where me and my persons do You can get dipped down with a multi-purpose tool I'm never slacking forever writing for rapid rapping I possess a habit so test or try expect havoc happening Forever stacking never lying on my back relaxing Imma take the levels to the sky see if these faggots catch em People need to realise that real life's not real nice And real guys don't wield knives they will fight with fists People need to realise that real eyes see real lies And real guys don't steal sly rape kill bribe or snitch People need to realise that ill minds can still find A real light and will try to still fight that shit People need to realise I kill mics with real rhymes But still I don't kill guys with steel knives and shivs Man i'm smoking cabbage medicating madness got me levitating Higher than the bars and the levels that you're never raising Man im meditating y'all forever hating When i rap on beats with preparation Wack emcees are facing relegation I burn my hands when i hold the mic and spit the flames I'm not concerned with fans just flows and rhymes and getting paid I'm still learning man my hopes are high they're rising everyday And everyday i'm grinding every way just tryna find a way To make my life alright ok alright just light the j and pass it right my way So i can fly away Inside my mind and brain im tryna hide a pain So every night i lie and lay in bed i'm wide awake Inside my head im stressed im restless But life is blessed i guess its Just a contest to test us wean out the weakest well see who the best is Ain't gonna rest bitch til i'm on a guestlist for a party at techs crib People need to realise that real life's not real nice And real guys don't wield knives they will fight with fists People need to realise that real eyes see real lies And real guys don't steal sly rape kill bribe or snitch People need to realise that ill minds can still find A real light and will try to still fight that shit People need to realise I kill mics with real rhymes But still I don't kill guys with steel knives and shivs I'm chopping with the words and i'm slicing with the flows I leave emcees with casualties with the rhymes inside my dome I've tried to leave it go but this hip hops got me gripped Whenever i try to drop the mic it sticks to my fingertips I'm done with these hypocrites these liars thieves and haters Cos these snakes be hit and miss so i'll just see you later Man i need the paper so you know i'm here to earn it Gimme any beat in any booth you know im finna burn it Yall know im really working out on these streets Finding opportunities to be earning these ps Burning emcees when i get the chance to do so Keep chatting that gas and next up might be you bro Cos i'm too dope with every track fat like a sumo Got a smooth flow so when i rap i'm sweet just like sucrose Now you know i'm different with the flames that i'm spitting Cos my minds sharper than the blades in your kitchen People need to realise that real life's not real nice And real guys don't wield knives they will fight with fists People need to realise that real eyes see real lies And real guys don't steal sly rape kill bribe or snitch People need to realise that ill minds can still find A real light and will try to still fight that shit People need to realise I kill mics with real rhymes But still I don't kill guys with steel knives and shivs