Real Shit?? (feat. Benson)
Septik gon' hold you to the fire
Expose you as a liar
Cops hunting humans for sport
They want a riot
That's a self-fulfilling prophecy
Take a guillotine to hypocrisy
White hypebeasts say they rock with me
Step in the club and they all stop to see
Ship the shit in this spliff from California
Don't wanna talk so let me be I tried to warn ya
Can't help that I'm stuck in my ways, got me stuck in this place
Cause I'm stuck up when I'm fucked up
Rap like I'm gon' run up
Ain't no knockoff like Gunna
When I pop off I'm gonna be rollin' 3 deep down 440
You see me, I'm grabbin' that .44 b
Too good these rappers kneeling before me
This the sound of the 252 and the 919
Create a scene, didn't like their style
Spit to the wall like I'm in denial
Flows go longer than the fuckin' Nile
You want millions on an Instagram profile
I want a million blue faces like a Lily of the Nile
That's more smart shit, so google it
God gave me style and now I'm rude with it,disquietude kicks in
Knock knock like who it is, cause it's
Breathe fire, spit heat
No one try to diss me
Talk shit cause I'm risky
Shoot twice,you still miss me, cause it's
Breathe fire, spit heat
No one try to diss me
Talk shit cause I'm risky
Shoot twice,you still miss me
(I'm making a hard right at Saratoga)
(See if they're still on us)
My shit is so flames that the poker is stoking me
Ballin' at Carmichael like my name Stokely
Openly, fuck the police
Man they must joking G
Toke a B
Cannot knock my steez when I assault a beat
Open bleed, beat so much I have to wash it out my sheets
Never fuck women who clearly be off the E
Ben got that Flanders bod,okely dokely
Smoking on weed be so potent it's choking me
Energy chi learned from reading the DBZ manga
Little ass fat kid i was brah
Clowning my class, that's what she said my mantra
Ain't gon' lie still a shy motherfucker
Hide and write clandestine motherfucker
That's OG, that's close to me
Cultivate my art I grow heat
Still y'all on that Bartleby shit
But I stay on the grind, birthing out remarkable hits
That's not what Driver told me
Bout that self-indulgence
Can't deny it, I'm a poet
Fueled by ego, drugs, and moments
Solipsistic, secret open
Masochism, hearts I broken
I'm a dick so imma stroke it
Self-administer the choking
Cause I hate myself I know it, Benson
Uh, uh uh uh uh
Benson burner on that real shit
Finna hit the kill switch
Uh, uh uh uh uh
Goose and Septik on that real shit
Shit you gotta deal with