Quiet Storm The Real
[Intro: eXceL]

These motherfuckers have no clue
What the fuck they just double clicked on
Do they?
It’s my time to reign
I’m the fucking King...
In this motherfucker
You thought Lucious Lyon was bad?
Motherfucker
Welcome to Material Theory
Freshet Music
EXceL, Kfrxsh, and a whole bunch of other motherfuckers that I ain’t got time to name

[Verse 1: eXceL]

I ain't scared to touch a classic, or some new York shit
I been made to rip and spit, from the burbs to the bricks
Any dicks who need some suckin, could just listen to raps
From your boys, and you too, ain't no reason to fap
Got the balls to do em all, from nicki to Kim
They say he gotta lotta nerve, who the fuck be is him?
I'm Mr. Money in the Bank, plus the lunatic fringe
I don't ever spare a foe, when the battle begins
For those sleeping on my bars, know that pillow is hard
It ballin’ if you swipe it onto your credit card
It ain't lasting if you met that bitch inside of the club
Sucked the dick the first day, plus you ate on the rug
Is it love?
My nigga no that’s more like stupidity
You the plug?
Then why the fuck you chillin’ with all them dees?
I mean these niggas nowadays was raised a way that I don't understand
And tryna learn the way they think ain't in my fucking plan
Cuz this the real
[Chorus: eXceL]

Nigga anthem
Get your damn hands up
For this fucking real
Let em’ know, you could fuckin’ flow
All up in your fuckin’ show
Stalling ain't gon help you grow
If you ain't coming with the

[Chorus: Kfrxsh]

Yo it's the real shit
Fucking make you feel shit
Balling in the club, then I'm leaving with ya bitch shit
Screaming out money ain't a thang till the world blow up
And you know we ain't stopping cause it's never enough

[Verse 2: Kfrxsh]

Hot damn now here we go again
Killin these flows, plus I been rocking these shows
Been in ya city with too many of these IG hoes
Stacking these figures, making money, man the boy so cold
But on the some real shit, I been on my real shit
How you on some ballin but you never pay your bills shit
Always talking paper but you never made no real bread
Talkin bout the ops, homie you ain't never seen feds
I swear this rapping shit is easy, see me livin lavish now they swear they wanna be me
I ain't nothing special, I'm just livin how you wanna
Making hits and fuckin bitches smoking Marijuana, sorry but I'm lying
I been on my grind since around ‘89, momma passed away so I took it as a sign
Born in the six, so I always had to shine
I been in a race, but I've yet to cross the line
Yo on the some real shit, everybody tryna rap
Only couple niggas nice, so you know I'm stating facts
Never seen a hard bar and I ain't talking bout a jail cell
Flipping packs and counting cash, you just telling fairy tales
So if we talkin bout the most wanted nigga, I'm el chapo, skinny nigga flacko
If you tellin lies please cease no biggie
Hope you niggas never shine behind bars, no Diddy