Real

Rappers just be writing shit they claim is real Halfway to the final step in chasing deal Act like I’m inspired but the pain is real Can’t go out in silence, plan on raising hell They gunna know my name On every single track I’ll have em asking, shit is that CJ Could rap for days Your lack of faith distracts my aim I’m packing flames You know what that means, I come with the heat I’m running this scene, I’m numbing my feelings I’m chugging this gin So many times I’ve tried to give up but never give in I act like I don’t give a fuck, in private I pop medicine In feelings I swim, it’s deeper than hits I could take an L but I’m fiending for wins I’m reeling them in Then bringing it back Shallow as fuck, but know in my heart it’s deeper than rap Jack in my cup, I’m going too far, I’m throwing them back I’m doling out facts, I load then attack You focus on trap, you sold out for that It’s so fucking whack You broken and snapped, I snapped Now I just focus on capping that How can I cope with the lack of cash? I might just soak in an acid bath Laughing gas, act like you folks just cracked a gag Mastered tracks, man I just smoked like half a bag And a half after that Life’s a bastard pass the platinum placque Imagine that, saddened that these trappers have Audacity to sabotage Grab the pad, I’ll write my sadness on the track Album fast approaching trash Hoping fans don’t doze and nap Sold like jack, I’m over that My flow is back Rappers just be writing shit they claim is real Halfway to the final step in chasing deal Act like I’m inspired but the pain is real Can’t go out in silence, plan on raising hell