Real.

steel in the stride, dt asphalt baked in the veins

lived chapters thicker than tombs, dismiss the mundane

had doubters play shortstop, kept me off home plate dirt

now city halls my front porch, watch the whole damn city work

they begged for a drought season, palms cracked to the sky

sent monsoons through the speakers, let the truth amplify

never, the word never the word dissolved like sugar in this aged whiskey

flows first steps with olympic sprints, get dizzy

paid debts in reverse order, stacked paper to the ceiling

found peace that disarms stress, a different kind of feeling

told the reaper "hold the scythe, we got unfinished talks"

need that drive with granddad down woodward, show these city blocks

proof the seed grew concrete forests where the doubt weeds died

no lead in the race ever satisfies the pace inside

fuck tryin' its a coffin for ambition still unborn

either bulldoze through the wall or be the rubble, tattered and torn

raised on crackling vinyl pac, biggie, ems sharp knife

until my spot matches that juicy life, this engine stays on for life

opposition just roadkill painted on the expressway

home turf where every sunset feels like judgment day

they scribble names in wet cement, I carve mine in the bedrock

knew the crown was plastic until I forged it, clock the dreadnought

we on. dt versus the echo, better than the claim

first class spit I own the fuckin' plane

metropolis pulse i felt it. metabolic combustion

watch clones chase the hottest flame, end up as ashen reduction

my heat dont need proximity, its core deep, solar flare

name droppings for tourists, my legacys in the air

respect is a loaded gun, only ogs hold the clip

so I move silent, collect green, let the dividends rip

same soul, upgraded chassis, never froze at the start line

left the bleachers dusted, crew depth shifts the fault line

need a queen with her own throne, not just a week long feature

real recognizes real, period. end sermon. i teach em

 

real aint a rental, its the deed in the vault

sweat equity hustle, no shortcuts, no fault

they mimic the cadence, but the souls on consignment

while im laying the cornerstone with each enlightened assignment

real. feel the foundation shake

real. fakes hit the exit gate

real. no participation trophy shelf

real. built it myself, by myself

 

flex the beat I am the detonation sequence

so many fake prophets perish by their own weak thesis

line em up fragile mannequins posin' with cheap gold

watch their facade crumble, a story quickly told

destruction self inflicted when weak beams hold the roof

im the blueprint, the foreman, living, breathing proof

no pope, no prophets shadow the architect, self made

yall king titles borrowed. empire is the grade

juggernaut with tectonic pressure when I speak

basement dwellers clutching pearls, hear the framework creak

vegas my safehouse jewels earned, not on loan

who they expect? some placeholder? nah, the cornerstone

phil jacksons zen like respect. but my plays aint from no clipboard

uncoachable because the syllabus is life, hard and forward

fuck your filtered highlights, your digital masquerade

gobble noise I serve truth, a different charade

this the flow that reset the clock, made the old sound ancient

seen clones try transform, end up vacant, complacent

people tryna be like a rich kid but decadence turns legends into caution signs

play pretend with barbie cash, wreck before the finish line

judgement on the counterfeit, blessings on the raw

write this like black Beatle and marley and try aftershock. the new law

dressed for the funeral of fakes, not elvis trends

pelvis shots I erase the origin, the ends

you stumped, been dug out deeper graves with less than a teaspoon

one on yours childs play I decommission the weak one

tryna be cool but I move silent, zero bond

100 mil the starting block. watch the true respond

In the way become the pavement.. run or be erased

barbershop debates are cute but I ended the fuckin' race

some of yall and my homies the pillars. the foundation

new niggas just background noise, a cheap imitation

designer labels like shackles. white tee, cortez, clean slate

the vette anonymous the powers in the gait, the state

homeboys until the mic crack love yall, but the games callous

this aint personal, its pest control for the talentless malice

tryna silence your whole chorus, make your name a closed bracket

nouns? verbs? save em. yall fresh out of racket

competition and im the atmosphere the bars in orbit

skydive toward it you'll need a prayer and a prophet

pilotin' that G5 drunk prosthetic leg shakin'

ima be pac blarin' vengeance the only course hes takin'

stewardess whisperin' "your chutes a used trojan, dread..."

game over. im certified. enough said

 

real aint a rental, its the deed in the vault

sweat equity hustle, no shortcuts, no fault

they mimic the cadence, but the souls on consignment

while im laying the cornerstone with each enlightened assignment

real. foundation shake

real. fakes hit the gate

real. trophy shelf collectin' dust

real. self made. self trust

 

name in the ledger forged in magnolia thunder

earth, wind and fire verse just split the clouds asunder

dorothys flowers bloomed where the pavement turns to soil

tales from the nooks birth kings, dismiss the royal turmoil

wild magnolia roots deep, mother of the steadfast

her lessons tin beans for winter, trust God, but chain the axle fast

closure in the cadence, God witness, hova attest

to slight of hand magicians fumbling with the snakes unrest

solid as the bedrock birthed me, hence the rock I came with

signed the name upon the hard rock, claimed the plot, endured the forfeit

eyelashes catch heart rain, tissues angels breath at midnight

blindsight to hindsight, passion play to pure limelight

took time to get the mind right. spit intelligently

spit mysteries, loft debates with dark ministry

alhamdulillah, faith the compass through the static hiss

reals the only monument that outlasts the abyss