[Hook: Julius]
Let's be fuckin' real; my n***a, let's be fuckin' real
Let's be fuckin' real; my n***a, let's be fuckin' real
Le-le-le-let's be fuckin' real (Real, real, real, real, real)
Let's be fuckin' real (Real, real, real, real, real)
N***a, let's be fuckin' real; my n***a, let's be fuckin' real
Are we gone be real my n***a? Let's be fuckin' real
Le-le-le-let's be fuckin' real (Real, real, real, real, real)
Let's be fuckin' real (Real, real, real, real, real)

[Verse 1]
Okay, y'all rappers should stop your jokin'
Your music ain't thought-provoking
N***a, you make songs for hoes
At best, you just thot-provoking
I mean, where are all the bitches that spit?
The game need more women and shit
I mean Iggy dope, Nicki dope, Angel Haze is dope
But that's the end of the list
I miss rappers like MC Lyte, she had a lot of shit to say
When the last time you've seen a bitch spit aggressively?
Oh, when Solange spit at Jay?
Maaan, Hip Hop losin' it's edge; you fans should take a stand
We went from "Fuck The Police" to "Bandz a Make Her Dance"
I don't wanna hear no more rappers say they hustle crack
N***a I hustle rap, shut yo' trap, fuck yo' trap
N***a be hollerin' bout pitchin' that white girl
But you ain't pitchin' no white girl
N***as sellin' to their own kind, n***as so blind
Man I'm so sick, I might hurl
I'm a keep dissin' y'all n***as
Go ahead and act all up in arms
We can beef n***a, I won't run
I just buy more guns, yeah n***a, up my arms
I mean, who gone fuckin' harm me? Better have a fuckin' army
I'm from the Shoe Gang, so horseshoe be my lucky charm
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Maan, what the fuck is up? Don't fuck with us
Dem Shoe boys dem rude boys
Why the blood clot you wanna rough with us?
Hip Hop losin' its edge
The whole industry is nothin' but pussy
A n***a like me trynna fuck pussy
Y'all fuckboys just want butt pussy
So-called thugs in videos dress like fags and I'm like WOW!!
I ain't feelin' that shit, not one bit, but look that's your lifestyle
Wait, let's be real though, I don't mean disrespect to Digg yo
In the 70s & 80s, n***as like Furious Five was dressed like weirdos
N***as still use autotune, huh?
Fuck it, do what you need to bruh
But if you a rapper consistently usin' autotune
Then you weak as fuck
I'm bangin'! I'm bangin'! I'm famous momma, I'm bangin'
Fuck that, I'm a bang this llama, I'm crazy
Promise, insane asylums I sleep in
N***as be on WorldStar talkin' bout weak beef
They don't never talk about police beef
I'm a find a racist cop's address
It's gone be a Spike Lee retweet repeat
Who dissin' the COB and shit?
Where he at? I'm a find this bitch
He gotta badass wife? I'm a tap that twice
I ain't likin' her eyes [?]
[Hook]