The Real (Infinity Guitars)

Motherfuck a nigga

Hell yeah I do it bigger

I got eight figures like I’m skatin’ in the winter

Niggas thought that I was kiddin’

These raps are not my sketches

I’m a sick boy, nigga, when I cough I hope you catch it

My germs in your system, now you coughin’ like asthmatic

All of my, I’m tired of it turns into your, wish I had it

I don’t need this money, but I spend it like I wanna

She said this dick is hers, I don’t wanna take it from her

Your dick stay chilly, it’s a cold, rough world

I get superhero pussy, she a PowerPuff Girl

Shit just got real like Pinocchio turds

Yo nigga is Geppetto, I don’t want no instrumentals

Leave the vocals on my shit

Like the song givin’ me head

And your bitch can’t sleep ‘cause she used to my bed

She could have any dick, you just mad she chose-d mine

Schoolin’ all you niggas and my mouth will make it Columbine

I am just a rapper, man, I ain’t got no clothing line

My clothing line has closed the line and let me shop at closing time

Yo boy got stacks like I’m standin’ in a Borders line

Hidin’ from you bitches ‘cause real nigga’s hard to find

Work this shit like overtime

Yeah, my clothes are so designed

Closet look like Bloomingdales, yo closet look like fashion jail

I break you out, I post for bail

This money make me Olsens, you call your bitch, you hearin’ this

Uh uh uh

Yes it’s necessary to be flier than canaries

Stay fresh to death like a mint cemetery

I do not talk, yeah my life a library

Eat her out and leave her cold, make that hole my Ben & Jerry’s

Broke the mold on you bitches, man, I am so unique

You are not a rapper, if you were you’d hardly speak

I am Stone Mountain and I haven’t reached my peak

Fuck her like I’m mad at her then I turn the other cheek

This shit is amazin', check me in my sweater, man

Comme des Garçons, bitch, nobody do it better, man

But I do it better, man

When it comes to pussy girls whisper in my ear

No one else can do this to me

You’s a cutie but you gotta know I’m married to my work

And these niggas ain’t shit so I guess they must be urine

Gotta gift this bitch, like Christmas, bitch

I’ma rap and act, Will Smith this bitch

When rappers start rappin’ over indie shit

Just remember I was first to hit this shit

The difference is I’m different, bitch

How the fuck can these niggas be dick-less pricks

Man, what the fuck you gon’ do

I don’t need to talk to you

I am just a rapper too