Top Heavy - Real (feat. Esu the Illest) Lyrics

I'm not what's expected
'Cause I ain't in the club coppin' a section
With a bottle collection
Poppin' em flexin'
And a plastic model fulfillin' an impossible fetish
That shit is toxic forget it
The constant impressin' niggas
Just cause your confidence less than it should be
Or all together not in your presence
Ain't got a lot when I get it
Put some in stocks and invest it
Don't need a yacht and a jet it
Ain't about props when you dead
I'll get my guap and then spread it
Defund the cops and let 'em rot in a septic
To white folks, that's a loss of protection
But my folks, say it's a popular preference
Just cause a system isn't place
Don't mean we gotta accept it
Indoctrinated cause your history been polished and pleasant
Then flipped to make us out to be the ones that's hostile and threatenin'
But who got us them weapons
And try to stop us from letting out any positive lesson
While pushing violence and petulance
On my people
So they can keep em all locked up indebted
Instead of prospering
They hogging all the profit
The lettuce the root of evil disguised as light with a phosphorous essence
Sometimes the punches get lost in the message
Word to ODB
Nobody could father my method
Save sheep and slaughter the shepherd
Don't be talking to reckless
Might have to call on a medic
I'll send em all up to heaven
Just for my daughter my blessing
My flow is flawless the freshest
Feeling taller than stretch is
We gon' ball till we breathless
They hate my cause and affected

I done had to put my pride to the side
Just to struggle and watch
Ain't got the time to be tryna be
Somethin' I'm not
'Cause I'm real
Yea nigga I'm real
So don't be surprised when I'm fly
Sittin' up at the top
I'll have they eyes open wide
When I f*ck up the spot
'Cause I'm real
All that I can be is real

It's time to skip the dramatics
I want my life to be lavish
I'm out here chasin' the cabbage
She out here chasin' these carrots
We way too young to get married
I don't do well with schematics
I'm figurin' out what my path is
And what I'm doing is magic
These fairy tales
End in tragedy but we can rewrite it
I need a rida
No sorta kinda
Kinda Rihanna
With her designer eyeliner if she feel like it
Otherwise we
Chillin' at the crib, on some real life shit
Otherwise we
Puttin' these niggas, on the mic shit
Otherwise I'm, goin' on trips and you would've liked it
Hot, Bud Wiser in the crib in the condo
I'm cookin' up green in the pot let's
Call that shit rondo
I'm on a
Whole 'nother time in a
Whole different time zone
With a bitch hittin' high notes
When the nine strokes
Shorty cock my
Gun and let the nine blow
Just a metaphor for how the rhymes flow
I rhyme and made the time froze
Put it on my
Wrist if it's real
Ice in the pain
Ice in my veins
Thinking about these hoes
Will make you wanna put some ice to your brain
It's hurting my heart
So I put some ice in my chain
Feel like I'm outside with a knife
Fightin' the rain
It's pointless
It's disappointin'
Feel like my soul need healing
How the flesh needs ointment
Need a doctor appointment
We're all
Born to die I'm asking God what the point is

I done had to put my pride to the side
Just to struggle and watch
Ain't got the time to be tryna be
Somethin' I'm not
'Cause I'm real
Yea nigga I'm real
So don't be surprised when I'm fly
Sittin' up at the top
I'll have they eyes open wide
When I f*ck up the spot
'Cause I'm real
All that I can be is real