Real

(album: Wonderland - 2016)

She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one

She fuckin with a real one
Pussy on fire
When you fuckin with a real one
She know that I'm a real one
Haters gon hate
When they know that you're real one
She fuckin with a real one
Rappers gon hate
When you headed towards a million
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one

She fuckin with a real one
I know she like drugs
So I tell her pop the seal once
Haters I don't feel none
Snitches gon snitch
I just think I might kill one
Rappers I don't fear none
Bitches in my section
I just think I might steal one
But it's all for that bread
Talk shit
It's off with your head
I'll cut off your leg

Entering I don't see exits
Diamonds on me and my necklace
Money's my fetish
I copped a zone without flexin
Send you and all your woes the message
Uh
Could feast on you rappers all day
I guess it's a rapper buffet
I'm on one today
Keep on talkin that shit
Then it's off with your head
Like a fuckin toupee
Sheesh

Sick of you copycat rappers
I just want pop your cap backwards
Stay in LA
But I stay away from Compton
SKitz Kraven killin it
Best in Wisconsin
True
To me there is no competition
Madison rappers stop bitchin
My bars are wicked
I am the 608's best
Only one to be killin
Please sign the petition

She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
Pussy on fire
When you fuckin with a real one
She know that I'm a real one
Haters gon hate
When they know that you're real one
She fuckin with a real one
Rappers gon hate
When you headed towards a million
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one

She know that I'm a real one
Talking 20 grams
Pussy boy you couldn't deal one
Claiming you got real guns
We can go at it
Pussy boy that'd be some real fun
My bitch she got some real buns
Shake it in my face
I'm about to lick it with my real tongue
Boy you sounding real dumb
Thinking you're a wrapper
But for real you just some used gum
Computer thug talking I hate
Catch me in traffic today
I'll hook you like bate
While I'm in the lab paving my way
You in the 608 trying to learn how to skate
Bitch

You ain't tryna battle with this
I'm in California
While you working nine to six
You a fuck boy
Why you always on my dick
I be meeting up with labels
While you comment on my pics
Bitch
I am so sick of these lames
Fuck boy please stay in your lane
You do not want the pain
I can rain hell on your name
But I keep my mouth shut
Cause we are not the same
Shame
You is such a stubborn ass kid
I am top shelf
You at the bottom with the mids
You be making songs
But you will never make a hit
You on some broke boy shit
Bitch I've always been rich

Why you keep trying to spit
You will not blow
Boy your fan base is shit
You try and copy the moves that I make
You can not keep up
That's why you just hate
I feast on rappers
You first on my plate
Thinking your dope
But your pussy like Kate
I fuck the girls you be taking on dates
When are you gonna realize
I'm the face of our state
Wisconsin

She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one
She fuckin with a real one