Is It Real Lyrics

Is it real

I don't know

I can't tell you how I feel

I just wanna grow my money make a mil

Without a deal

Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel

And I wonder

Is it real

I don't know

I can't tell you how I feel

I just wanna grow my money make a mil

Without a deal

Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel

And I wonder

Is it real

It all seems fake but what do I know

Seats all white like an albino

High-class rollers fashion light shows

While I sit here just writing my notes

I don't know which way I should go

The high road takes me back to my lows

Demons I got I can't fight those

But even my haters know that I'm dope

Bitch I'm portraying the dark thoughts

They know they got

I'm hearing how they talk

I'm shopping at Kmart

They buying saint Laurent

And filling up eight carts

While I'm a no name

Goddamn

Am I sick of this

I don't want a Rollie

But I wanna become rich as shit

At McDonald's tossing out a hundred Benjamin's

What's getting into me

I'm feeling different shit

She asked me if I love her

And my answer said indifferent

I ain't tripping shit

I got this music and a mission bitch

I ain't just a rapper I'm a motherfucking musician

They said my goal is ludicrous

But I was rapping

Baby Justin Bieber, I heard Luda spit

And I had listened to it so much

I knew I could do this shit

Then as that grew off

I did rap god

Started writing

Pick em off

Snapshots

Recreating beats on my laptop

Terrible at that shit I won't cap y'all

Just built a studio in my backyard

Still spitting fire until my raps chart

They don't know the movement that is at large

But they will

And I'll be as notable as a flash card

Exploration

A mad artist

With stencils a pad markers

Can't handle his past traumas

He draws em

He's head smart

But he raps like he isn't

God it's exhausting

Tryna excel

But he has problems

And he asks always

Is it real

I don't know

I can't tell you how I feel

I just wanna grow my money make a mil

Without a deal

Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel

And I wonder

Is it real

I don't know

I can't tell you how I feel

I just wanna grow my money make a mil

Without a deal

Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel

And I wonder

Is it real

It all seems fake but what do I know

Seats all white like an albino

High-class rollers fashion light shows

While I sit here just writing my notes

I don't know which way I should go

The high road takes me back to my lows

Demons I got I can't fight those

But even my haters know that I'm dope