(Yeah, The real is back, I will attack
King Richard still owe me mil on swishers)
Ay-Man (Hit-Boy)
They wanna take me out like a date
I can see the goal, it's just a mountain in the way
Your mouth moving, I ain't making out what you say
( Can someone in the house say yeah?) Yeah
This some other shit, you unequipped
Still fuck it up for the fuck of it
Was in the bucket with a bucket list
Couple bucks and a bucket head bitch
One's obstructing my justice, nigga
Still felt lucky like Justice, nigga
Had to do it for the love first
If you didn't know it does hurt
Spit until my tongue hurt
So sick they needed blood work from ???
( Can someone in the house say yeah?) Word
If I can move the crowd around with it
Maybe I can rock the crown with it
I'm down with it
In depth, you can submerge
You can bet we kept it ghetto in suburbs
Fried chicken with the fish grease
Tryna turn grandma Cadillac into a Bentley
Get me?
The real is back, I will attack
How real is that?
The real is back, I will attack
Talkin' platinum status, sippin' out a platinum chalice
This ain't a fallacy
'Cause it was all a dream, I swear
The big homie told me stay on my square
The only way I let the hood down is if the engine got repaired
( Can someone in the house say yeah?) He-heh
Yo, Carson in the motherfuckin' house, nigga
Del Amo watch your motherfuckin' mouth, nigga
Had a chip on my shoulder
Me and K with the promoter, had a fo' in the sod-er
Slaus' house junkie, ask my nigga Jay ???
Top Notch on my hand, knock a nigga on his back
Top' sponsored my first tat for like a hundred dollars
Now I got more ink of the squad than the whole roster
Loyal to the soil, that's manure shit
That's probably why they dying for my newer shit
( Can someone in the house say yeah?) Hell Yeah
Listen, before SZA was my sister, I hit different with my approach
I need a billion to be mentioned with goats
Make history with the lyrics I wrote
In my mind, you know I don't use writing utensils
Escoe once said "Hip-Hop is dead"
I must be a mummy rapping my ass off
Ay-man
The real is back, I will attack
How real is that?
The real is back, I will attack
Talkin' platinum status, sippin' out a platinum chalice
This ain't a fallacy
I don't care what yall calling him, Soul, Ab-Soul, whatever. This is Herbert Stevens to me. And yall can google that motherfucker. This the real one, okay. I love you brother. So proud of you
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