Feel like in the end I'll be going Down in flames
But at the same time dawg I'll be One of the greats
Because I lived my whole life Real never fake
So when I come up, don't be Asking about if
I saved you a plate
There were nights you weren't there
And the man ain't ate
Even some Of my close friends whose names Won't say
But f*ck it they know who they Are there
Ain't nothing they can say
And they ain't show up to a Motherf*cking
Show to this day
And boy I've had several guess you must
Have had too much on your Schedule
Don't slip up
I'll put your bitch in a pretzel
No wetzel in the bedroom, guess What? Pro wrestle!
And the bitch masked up like Mysterio
And she brought her Girlfriend, that's the
Dealio
I.N.D you know the rest And make a millio
I cannot f*ck around with a silly Ho
Okay I lied I'ma f*ck her Then She gotta
Go
F*ck her then she gotta go, f*ck Her then
She gotta go
Real always recognize real When I pull up everybody better know The
F*cking deal
Listen homie I'm Not something you can Kill
My spirit is everlasting foreal
I'm the owner of the label tell Them labels
F*ck a deal
Real shit, dawg, I'ma Need five hundred
Million Real shit
Stimmy Stimz
Ayy, ayy
I'ma let that breathe
And I just linked back up with Sarah
Luna had to dip it's an end of an Era
Ayy somethin' somethin' tell Me she'll be
Back though
Grew up on the Farm, now I'm living in the
Trap ho
I was living comfy, but I'ma get it back
Though
Ain't nobody gave me Shit, I Broken my
Back ho
Feel like, in the end, I'll be goin' Down
In flames
But at the same time, Dawg, I'll be one of Greats
Every song that I make is gonna Drain me, and all the people that's Listening is who pays me
I keep it G so the f*ck shit don't Phase me, and ya bitch getting Slapped if she act crazy
Not lazy boy I stay woke
Fly since high school cuz boy I Stay dope
Suck on my dick bitch and hang
On that rope
Call me Stimmy Stim Stimz
Get The f*ck off my phone!