[Intro]
Yeah
Joyner
Look
Yeah (Uh)

[Chorus]
I'm the realest one I know, tell them n***as not to play, ayy
I got secrets that I'm taking to the grave, ayy
Sixteen first time I caught a case
Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my mama place, ayy
N***as trapped, I was plottin' my escape, ooh
Gettin' high, we was locked in outer space, ooh
I ain't perfect, might've made a few mistakes
Might've cheated on my bitch, but I knew she woulda stayed, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
Look, I'm ill-matic with a street dream
I'm a independеnt one-man street team
Told my bitch keep the dishеs and the sheets clean
I keep the pot full 'cause my son can't eat steam
I'm just tryna keep my feet clean
Snitch n***as, they be tryna keep the streets clean
Why you n***as buy clothes full of cheap seams?
I'ma shoot porn for the generic delete scenes
I'ma suffer for the wrongs that I remember
Wrong address, the karma get brought to the sender
In a room full of artists, I get brought to the center
Shots to the armor sound like a fork in a blender
My money talk, but you don't want to talk to the lender
My money long, the only thing short is my temper
I drive by the showcase cartin' a fender
I'm lucky that the law never caught the offender
They tell me I learned everything the hard way, uh
If I make it to the charts it'll be a long way, yeah
Now I look up at the charts and see a entrée
Now I look up at the charts and see a parfait
Y'all lookin' in the mirror and see Andre
Now I look up in the mirror and see Nas, Jay and Dame
Or part Dame, way before it all changed
Way, way before the part where Roc-A-Fella part ways (Uh)
[Chorus]
I'm the realest one I know, tell them n***as not to play, ayy
I got secrets that I'm taking to the grave, ayy
Sixteen first time I caught a case
Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my mama place, ayy
N***as trapped, I was plottin' my escape, ooh
Gettin' high, we was locked in outer space, ooh
I ain't perfect, might've made a few mistakes
Might've cheated on my bitch, but I knew she woulda stayed, ooh

[Verse 2]
I keep the fiends real far from where the pills are
I keep the re-up money far from where the bills are
Achieved a lot of goals, the finish line still far
I heard beggars can't be choosers, but you still are
I can smell it through a motherfuckin' sealed jar
I ain't had no time to cook it, so it's still raw
Thou shall not kill, is that a real law?
'Cause I killed some of them n***as, but I wanna kill more
Or should I get a drill, or hack 'em with a steel saw?
I got low, but the fuck n***as still saw
The beast old, there's no peace, so it's still war
You been broke, ten years later and you still poor
I only write raps still 'cause I feel bored
But ADHD still made it to the Billboard
A lot of y'all were goaltending, but I still scored
And don't be gettin' in on shit that you ain't built for
'Cause we guerillas, yeah, we the realest, yeah
Quick to tell a motherfucker what the deal is, yeah
Oh, you got the juice? Don't spill it, yeah
You gon' end up like Old Man Quillis, yeah
Make a n***a pay the price, I'll bill it, yeah
Turn a little fuck n***a to a spirit, yeah
Push a n***a wig back, I'll peel it, yeah
Make lunch out a ho with a skillet, yeah (Uh)
[Chorus]
I'm the realest one I know, tell them n***as not to play, ayy
I got secrets that I'm taking to the grave, ayy
Sixteen first time I caught a case
Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my mama place, ayy
N***as trapped, I was plottin' my escape, ooh
Gettin' high, we was locked in outer space, ooh
I ain't perfect, might've made a few mistakes
Might've cheated on my bitch, but I knew she woulda stayed, ooh