[Intro]
For my real rap n***as, man
Tired of that bullshit, man, retire that

[Chorus]
They don't really wanna hear the truth no more, think they scared how it make 'em feel
And you could say anything you want 'bout me, I ain't worried, that don't make it real
They don't really wanna hear the real no more, think they scared how it make 'em mad
And you could say anything you want 'bout me, I ain't trippin', that don't make it fact

[Verse]
Look, comin' live from the gutter like a cold puddle
Where n***as water whippin' Rhodes, shuttle, motherfuck your ho
Huddle dutch, burnin', movin' slow, I'm feelin' like thе minute hand
All wishes granted, Timmy Turnеr in the tinted van
Been the man, never question nothin' that was in the plan
See it from my third eye vision so I innerstand
Poolside plottin' moves like a dance team
Hunnid bands scheme, in the dirty with my hands clean
Never been the type of n***a that could cash straight
Fifth grade, I was sellin' candy to my classmates
I ain't call her back, I let her think about the last date
Student of the game, and I promise you not a classmate
Problem is, with these rap n***as, they move iffy
And my mood picky, can't let these n***as get rude with me
God spittin' on the keep my dick lips in it
Here to fuck the game, n***as actin' like I slipped in it
Small-town fly shit, bitch, you never heard of these
On my apex shit, tip-top vertices
It ain't mouths movin', but they never movin' vertically
Hit a purse, the n***as who be practicin' the purgery
Black lord, noble Drew shit, big steppin'
Love 'em all, give a fuck 'bout the clique reppin'
Small losses always taught a n***a big lessons, quit stressin'
Liberatin' knowledge, make the shit lessen'
[Chorus]
They don't really wanna hear the truth no more, think they scared how it make 'em feel
And you could say anything you want 'bout me, I ain't worried, that don't make it real
They don't really wanna hear the real no more, think they scared how it make 'em mad
And you could say anything you want 'bout me, I ain't trippin', that don't make it fact
They don't really wanna hear the truth no more, think they scared how it make 'em feel
And you could say anything you want 'bout me, I ain't worried, that don't make it real
They don't really wanna hear the real no more, think they scared how it make 'em mad
And you could say anything you want 'bout me, I ain't trippin', that don't make it fact

[Outro]
That don't make it fact, n***a
Fuck you mean?