Outro (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Said I'm, I'm trying to be even realer than the realest me

I'm cooking food for thought serving rappers, bon appétit

Sweet sixteens it's cavities, there's holes up in my teeth

Another indication I keeps it holy when I speak

Preach, this microphone's up in the pulpit

Treat em like prison cause heavy bars is all you dudes get

Handing out sentences, bass line a be the gavel hit

Fresh like the day that the case got dismissed

I remember, days I used to think my rhymes was kinda dated

But nowadays I sit back and let them haters hate it

And every beat I get on its d*** Black you ate it

And it sit up in they mind leave em mentally constipated

From the shh I say in cadence

Killing beats like I'm Jason

Freddy Kruger as I chase em

In they dreams they can't escape em

I'm a stallion no stable, no Cain I was able

Make it sweet like maple

Grip the paper like a staple

Center hacking on my drive, forward fouling on my lay up

When you great like a Laker then you noticed by haters

(Yeah aye aye)

When you great like a Laker then you noticed by haters

And I'm out