(INTRO)

(HOOK)
In another lifetime I'll be in a gold sarcophagus
Roaming through the desert like a king bitch i'm the flesh of it
Hold a pound, with a hundred bands for the fuckin' clan
At the spot, with my man sippin' Henny poppin' Xans
For Real

(Verse 1)
For real, for real
How am I supposed to feel?
How am I supposed to make it all these rappers on my dick, for real?
For real, for real
Jackin' all my style and shit
In it for the music, you just in it for the fame and shit
I be the kid that be runnin the ball
You just the one that would never get far
I would get up even after a fall
You just labeled the worst of em all..
The worst of em all..

Yea, you kinda..

Straight right out the tropics
It's just me and all my posse
We gon' get it cause we got it
Ain't nobody ever stop me
Imma keep making this music
Solving puzzles like a Rubik
I'm your recent search on iTunes
And your girl she such a nuisance
But that's cool, yea
I chill it with the trill shit
Homie gun it down
Tone it down with the bad shit
I just do myself and stay true to the music
We bringin' up a culture man, you done just abused it

(Prod. Yosugi)

(VERSE 2)
Smokin' while i'm making sure all my flights stay attended
I pull up in that Spyder
Why you still fuckin' that rental
I'm still dressed all black
And in position to attack
Don't mind my rude behaviour i'm just looking for some answers
Are we supposed to do this?
Be fake to other people?
If Rap Life was a movie, then who makes it to the sequel?
Nah, for real i'm tryna' preach
Shoutout to Saesar homie, Preach
With that SouthJa sound we be cookin' up the heat
Aye