Realer Lyrics

Yea

Started listening to music when I was 10

I swear my momma never loved that demeanor

I started listening to Ross and Wayne

Now I'm breaking hearts I don't know why I keep bringing that scene up

Cut ties with a scissor

Never had thought a young nigga would get this bigger

Did it all without no help or a feature

This must be a King's Disease for someone who's hardly a beginner

BLACK JESUS I swear I know who keeps fucking this whole thing up

Nigga don't stress I'm just giving you a breather

Everywhere I go I'm a GOD, accompanied by all these reaper's

Smoke a lot of these trees up in them Trenches nigga's treat more like a plug or a dealer

Boy let's sit down

I created this syllabus and scriptures, cremated all of these nigga's now they part of my collection of painted pictures

The windows to my soul ain't tinted had Preachers turn to sinners

yea, this shit getting deeper

Yea this shit get deeper

After these shows I'm off to dinner with the bros

I'd prolly fuck around with my bitch, and dubbed every single hoe

It's Ready, set we ought to blow

You ain't never been real when your circle ain't never been cold

These the odds of being a gangster

Nigga you ain't suppose to trust, yea you know

I spend more time by my lonely thanking GOD for where I am

Cause all I heard is that a bunch of niggas really cap

Went from trapping then suddenly a nigga rap

Making all this poetry they fuck with it, cause a lot of niggas say I snap

Always called niggas family even when I knew you boys where fans

Time is ticking funny when all of it lapse

We go back to being part of the mass

Drove by the grave yard, still tryna figure out who next

Miss my grandma, wish you was here in the flesh

I know she'd be proud, you would've heard your grandson rap

Buh more bout how he getting to the money

Yea lemme cash app

They fuck with me pray to GOD help me cause I don't know how to react

Told them that we back