Yeah, uh, you feel me? Yeah, the real is back, I will attack King richard still owe me a million 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, huh? (Somebody in the house say: Yeah) yeah Uh, 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 (hey, d, I'ma fuck you up) Had to do it for the love first If you didn't know, it does hurt Uh, spit until my tongue hurt So sick they needed blood work from herb (Somebody 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, yeah Fried chicken with the fish grease Tryna turn grandma Cadillac to a bentley Get me? (rainbows in rain) The real is back, I will attack (The more things change, the more they stay the same) How real is that? (Nothing comes to a dreamer but a dream) 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, yeah (Somebody in the house say: Yeah) 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 crack Top notch on my hand, knock a nigga on his back Top' sponsored my first tatt 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 (Somebody 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 Get me? (Rainbows in rain) The real is back, I will attack (The more things change, the more they stay the same) How real is that? (Nothing comes to a dreamer but a dream) 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 y'all calling him, soul, ab-soul, whatever This is herbert stevens to me And y'all can Google that motherfucker name This a real one, okay, I love you, brother So proud of you