(Drumset Intro)

It’s the end of an era
I just had a talk with Jesus Christ in front of my mirror
I see a lot of peoples state it’s apparent And you can run with the angels
Or you can die with the demons
It’s a choice you ain’t got to believe us
Hov told us that the real is way too many of us
Cause they’ve been out here trying to fabricate the feeling of it
And you could follow every move but never taking from us
Cause everybody in the room is like the realest of em
Yeah
I hope you saw the winter coming
I told em bout the storm they never listen to us
Yeah
Don’t get too involved
If you’ve been on the throne I came to knock you off
Yeah
But now you getting very impatient
Because you watching them close and they getting complacent
Pushing home tell the driver to pick up the pace
Cause any motherfucker in my way home be dead in the grave
Yeah
Dead in the grave
Because when I drive through the city all I see is my name
I be talking to myself like presidential debates
And they be talking about they numbers, exponential decay
But now that you up on a court with expectation to play
You got to give them what they want, what they expected to say
Believe me
It’s just what the fuck you think imma say
I run the game from a grave
That bitch surrounded with flames
I snuck the dogs through the gate, I had to show them the way
About the light in the dark, about the city we claim
My brother told me execution’s a decision you make
Because it’s the only way to separate the real from the fake, for real

And I was out in Baltimore
When I was gone I thought about you more
We got to talking more
Yeah
And now we best friends
My only Jesus piece says Faso on a necklace

Yeah
Thorn crown is my headpiece
And you could look at all the scars that they left me
Backyard party pull up in a Bentley or a ghost
Cause these motherfuckers know how they’ve been dead to me
He’s my friend but I am his enemy
They try to imitate my energy
They try to play a motherfucking threat to me
But at least you bitches helping me
Never selling beats
Dropping music on a random release
Without a marketing team
It’s really nothing that you kiddos probably thought it would be
Because it’s just Faso and G
Boy that’s a hell of a team
And I just wish that I could offer the commodities free
Because you’re going to need them when you realize that you bought into me
And it’s all a part of the scheme
I send an invoice to your label with the taxes and fees
Because lately I just feel like money has been attracted to me
And anybody real should know I manifested these things, for real
Because the old me is dead in the grave
And to be honest Gianni’s not in the position to play
He had to finally lay his life to make sure Faso could stay
Because being realer doesn’t mean you don’t pay
I had to pay with my life
I am dedicated for life
I created the plot, but I created the price
And you believe what you want, but I still am what I am
It’s still the man in the books, but not the man in the flesh
I had to have a couple mirrors just to figure out which angles are best
I took my halo to the jewelers just to make sure it’s wet
It’s a debt but it’s paid
Because I would do that shit for minimum wage
These rappers know that I am a God but in subliminal ways
But they gone try to knock me off cause they don’t see me the same
Cause only members of the family recognize what I say
Cause we’ve been on the run forever got to finish the race
And I was out in Baltimore
When I was gone I thought about you more
Yeah
And now we best friends
My only Jesus piece says Faso on a necklace, for real