Real Artist

Nah Jake killed this one

How many bodies he got?

Had a dream I was in a Maybach

Wasn't nobody riding

So much smoke up in the air, don't wanna come outside

And you can't stop what's meant so what I look like hiding (and you can't stop what's meant so what I look like hiding)

I get mad and think 'bout violence like all the time

Better watch who you call brodie they droppin' dimes

And they be acting like they know me, not one of mine

I hate my brother took the plea wish we could split the time

I put my feelings on the market back where it started