The Realist:

A.i Verse:

Aye DJ Ron where them keys at?

I waited watch and pretenders
Learn to turn the contenders

Surround my self with them killers
I’m in the center with sinners

I stop losing my temper
& started pushing the standard

Just a gangsta with manners
I’m happy holding a hammer

24Kay Verse:

Yeah u know up next and , with the smith and wessen
Everyday i wake i swear to god issa blessing
Walk around with the stick thats a deadly weapon
Tired of the hood so i gotta different setting
We gone pull ya cards , cuz these “N***AS” really fraud
And my “N***AS” go retard
Ron dolla beat is hard , i see the end by far
“FUCK” em man we ball , im short my money tall
Im short my money talks

A.i Verse:
I told you love doesn’t float
The realist “SHIT” is never wrote

Go toe to toe with the goat
And now my house got a moat

Talk out the side of ya throat
They ask ai for a quote
I told them murder she wrote
I make it look like a stroke

I get no thrill with a grill
When diamonds dance on my teeth

Kick down the door with the floor
And i was just planting my feet

We rock and mob like a fleet
You copy me obsolete

No stopping me i’m in lead
The bastard child of the streets

I talk enough chalk it up
& stop all that talking tough

I got these bars that’s surplus
I don’t coke just start dust

She turn my wood to sawdust
I raise the bar to find none

I don’t owe “SHIT” to no one
Tell pony boy i’m golden
And angry boy what you hiding
Man i call that perfect timing

I was just blinded with grinding
My mind was lost i was timeless

Don’t give no “FUCK” what you saying
Move that dope like i’m Raegan

She fell in love with my cadence
She in my trap with a apron

Young God a son of a gun
Spit that heat automatic

It was a one story house
But it was still full of attics

I sparked my flow with propane
Marble flow like cocaine

I turn the track to cook crack
I bath a bird in champagne

They can’t contain my campaign
Can’t catch up just complain

I use this track to explain
About the art of exchange

24Kay Verse:

“N***AS” ain't believe im spitting “SHIT” , hitting “SHIT” , whipping whips , hitting licks , kickin cribs , in the vic , flipping it , twista a bit , lit like bic , switching switch , abercrombie with the fitch , lilo without the stitch , the way u see me flipping bricks , palms itching , did i mention , need attention , discipline you , need detention , my verse “N***AS” renting , every shot i scottie pippen , big pimpin , cuz im limpin , got the hammer u a victim , and im itching for a killing , ion gone lie im chillin , stacking money to the ceiling, gotta really good feeling . record labels dealing , but imma indepedent , cuz im living , touching millions , touch a billion , free mook he will drill ya

A.i Verse:

Told you love doesn’t float
The realist “SHIT” is never wrote

Go toe to toe with the goat
And now my house got a moat

Talked out the side of ya throat
They ask ai for a quote

I told them murder she wrote
I make it look like a stroke