Unreal

Had a dream of being as large as Gotti

It turned into nightmares and fears when I saw his body

Hard to copy, folding this paper up like it’s origami

Doing drive-bys in a Maserati with Margot Robbie

Suicide Squad shit and I don’t feel a thing after them hits like Paulie Maglinaggi

Forty Kamikazes, send them to your door step

That’s more death, so pay a price that cost less

Don’t listen to gangsta rappers who cross dress

I’m Dame, Russell, or Steph out of bounds with a whole rock

Out of town on a cold block, this how it sounds when the flow’s hot

Kitchen utensils, couple forks, plates and a old pot

Coke spot, zip bag stuffin’ right by the stovetop

You ain’t got no shot, who wants to suffer this hot steel?

Mama I done made it, your son is touchin’ a hot wheel

Fake ass rappers, that other stuff I do not feel

Tiffany Gomas ‘cause this motherfucker is not real

The top dropped then my shooter stand

I’m screaming shoot again, that’s the type of mood I’m in

I sign the lease for the kilos, then I move ‘em in

Stomp on them bitches ‘til they get evicted

This is stove-ticking-blue-flame business

The digital scale numbers is infinite

The difference is I take the corner of the brick and dip it in

Pull it out the water with the crystals still in it

Amiri jeans on your bitch floor, pistol still in it

These **** is cookin’ mystery mix

They brought the yayo in a Corvette

Cocaine in my pores, I been baggin’ up since this morning

I used to want a hundred thousand and a foreign

Now I want a hundred mil’ and a Porsche with more horses under the hood than Ralph Lauren

Clase Azul pour it in with the square

My young boy on that Wock and a perc, don’t get murked

My **** got it out the dirt, now we more Dirk Nowitzki

41 blocks in the 6-speed, is you kiddin’ me?