Real hiphop (feat. Earl Sweatshirt, El Cousteau, & MIKE)

He want the what for the what? Ah shit, for surely

Bitch you knowing not to hit my mup when it's early

Had ran into a power hize inadvertently

Tell yo' **** go return them jeans back cause it hurt to see

I been stepping so long developed plantar fasciitis

She was playing with pussy back then and I could buy it

Having motion these **** tryna turner uh, uh I don't like it

You got your stick I got my stick let's see who shit really striking

If you ain't never pulled a caper broad day my shit not for you

Got a lil' bag and see exactly what that guap a do

Shutting the fuck up and mind yo' business do a lot for you

Real mob boss, feet up watching the product move

Baby girl ain't got no brain, but she got all that ass

I'ma make like 50 of that, then I'm falling back

That's all I need cause the rest coming all from rap

30,000 Percocets in a skull head way across the map!

Stop what you doing

You know god don't spare the wicked

The only thing I can do when I make it

Is go spend it

On the 38th floor with some top notch bitches

High rolling, high rolling young ass ****

When she get home and thinks of me

She starts to play with herself

I don't know what got into me lately

Bitch but I ain't calling you back

Hit the road for 90 days

Just me and a Gore-Tex jacket

With a flip phone I got

I'm probably running pro's off that

I'm on Collins Ave looking for a bad bitch

Dog if a **** approach me wrong

He get his ass whipped

First of all I can't be having

**** dog playing with me

I done put her up on all, all

I put her on fly shit

My lil' heart running outta love in this shit

I just pick apart throw the biggest nug in the spliff

I was in the dark til' I found the plug got a glimpse

I'm an indie artist still be throwing one's in the wind

I was in the car and you brought a what in the whip

I ain't finna spark, I gotta see the cubs in a bit

We was in the park and I had the thugs in the VIP

We be spinning far, you don't want me come where you live

Too cold water runnin' fast

Could crash if we wanted do the math

The hood pass that they covet come with time

3 point stance toe on the line

I ain't jump when they hollered out

Your pulse bump up I'm around why is that

I'm rushin' to different cities on the map

No bullshit im speedin' in a Sonic bag

Whole world sick I'm not a hypochondriac

Twirl and spin dirty dance never off the axis

Talkin' to the turf it be talkin' back

Got a bad a referral so you lost access

Really on call, on demand

Face on the walls, I'm a wanted man

Wait hold that thought 'less you talkin' cash

Based on the box score we won again