Real - Xenial

I was born to kill mics/

Going off like Tyson/

With a arrow that’s guiding me/

Tryna be the flyest in the game like a bison/

Mastering elements tryna just guide people to listen common sense/

Never on Sokka shit/

People be tripping me up/

Saying that I don’t got tools to make it/

I’m not convinced/

Imagine me wrecking these stages and killing off haters like I’m in the matrix/

And they flipping pages to see how I tick/

To throw me off my game I guess I’m the shit/

Now people eyeing me

Saying they proud of me/

Where was that energy when I was on a knee/

Shut out like Colin but now I’m just balling

Never giving fucks I ran out of all it/

Fuck it/

Imma just do what I do/

Doing everything I can to come up with the crew/

Now a nigga been revived for like 3 times/

What I mean 4 forgot this name why/

Does everybody try to give hate/

When I try to show love/

Make shit to relate/

But instead nobody want me hitting the plate/

So they leavin me scraps tryna tell me my fate/

Tryna be the one on the scene now/

But instead pressure got me feeling all senile/

Travel back to when I would put the heat down/

Body every bag of tracks go over 3 thou plus 6/

So who scouting me/

Cause I’m killin everything/

Cause I’m bound to be/

A young kid with a better salary/

And laughing at anybody out there doubting me/

And that’s real/