Unreal
[Verse-1]
Batter up
My fastball's been covered with Tobasco
I'm coming with the hot sauce
Gunning for you assholes
Art blog heartthrob
Of course your jaws drop when my drawers drop, ma

Spit these sixteen bars terrific
Kill it w/ the witty pretty city girls
Dizzy world, no doubt
Look around town my sounds been found
We bout to bounce now -
I'm going in for a penny & a motherfucking pound
Heady in my SnapBack feet up off the ground
Prom king put your corsage courtside
While we listen to bizarre ride by the pharcyde
Only thing better than spitting these tough beast
Is the second coming off the rough beast
Write a letter dear Jesus I can't believe this motherfucker outta queens
He can't be real
[Hook]
Since I been on the come up
Shits been going down
Heady in my SnapBack
Feet up off the ground
Lady wanna chill, we red paint the town
Motherfuckers like
He can't be real

Since I been on the come up
Shits been going down
Mostly known for that stone cold sound
In for a penny and a motherfuckin pound
Motherfuckers like
He can't be real

[Verse-2]
Yo so
As I've been told before
That when I begin to blow my cold flow
It's oh so incredible never been better
Wetter than the water in an elephants trunk, I'm just a devilish trunk
These aren't your average bad habits
Matter of fact assault and flattery's gotta be number 1
2s that I'm bittersweet
3s can't sleep
4s that I'm sore if you talk about my family
Get you screamin like a banshee
Damn b, can't we all get along?
No chance
So if you wanna scrap come by
Throw your punch wide
We'll be done with that, run it back
No remorse of course, I'm straight savage
"He can't be real"
[Hook]
Since I been on the come up
Shits been going down
Heady in my SnapBack
Feet up off the ground
Lady wanna chill, we red paint the town
Motherfuckers like
He can't be real

Since I been on the come up
Shits been going down
Mostly known for that stone cold sound
In for a penny and a motherfuckin pound
Motherfuckers like
He can't be real

[Verse-3]
Inquisitive mind's been given unlimited time
To finish a primitive rhyme
Don't be surprised that I'm gifted to my mixing pills
Vixen pink drink spills
Prescription painkillers for your slowed down feel
Native abyss my mistress sips indifferent to the daily bullshit so I can live
Basic bitches who got a problem with my disposition
I don't give a fuck, your outside the competition
And if you don't believe the hype
You're lucky that were lovers not the brawling type
Complications prevent me from being my best me
So don't test me I'm testy
Sundays beside yourself saying
"Oh Lord, he can't be real"

[Hook]
Since I been on the come up
Shits been going down
Heady in my SnapBack
Feet up off the ground
Lady wanna chill, we red paint the town
Motherfuckers like
He can't be real

Since I been on the come up
Shits been going down
Mostly known for that stone cold sound
In for a penny and a motherfuckin pound
Motherfuckers like
He can't be real