3) Real Life

{Chorus}

Welcome to Aberdeen,

Meth got me addin’ like a machine,

Unforeseen, been at it since thirteen,

Fuck it, I’m pourin’ up more lean,

Still doin’ it solo, no team,

Hit 'em with the high beams,

Chasin' that American Dream,

Make your wig leak, watch it stream.

 

{line}

Welcome to Aberdeen,

Where we call it Scaberdeen,

We kill everything in between,

Quiet moves, but we ruthless — never split your wig, know what I mean?

Undeniable, been the best since I was a teen,

Still movin’ solo, no team,

Irony’s rich, serving fiends for that cream.

 

I hope when I grip the Glock, I don’t have to let it pop,

But if it’s time, you’ll drop, I’ll line ‘em up on the blacktop.

Cut your face off, send it sealed in an envelope,

Me and your girl elope,

Taking your chains back to the pawnshop, flip it for a drop top,

It’s the life I’m chasing, dirty game with street fame.

 

Spittin’ these words before I even went insane,

Got you wishing you were vain,

But I’m steady in my lane,

Whippin' thangs, never playin' with the fame.

 

{Chorus}

Welcome to Aberdeen,

Meth got me addin’ like a machine,

Unforeseen, been at it since thirteen,

Fuck it, I’m pourin’ up more lean,

Still doin’ it solo, no team,

Hit 'em with the high beams,

Chasin' that American Dream,

Make your wig leak, watch it stream.

 

 

 

{timmy}

Coming straight out the gate this mans a bitch,

hit him in da face with a fucking mace,

mans got no bars let alone a car,more clout then Jake Paul

you can call me a goat cause i aint no bitch i make m look like the fucking spice girls

you little broski claiming to the fucking top,

aint got no wear to go but to make a band

you under a attack watch from a distance i pull up to the addy looking for the satafaction

your own fans turn on you looking for a new crew,

but you can't find no body.

get shot like a somebody,crashed your plan into the ground like a tower call me 9/11

2.0 rolling with the smoke,

more Jamaican then cool running,mans better start running

hitting me with some weak ass shots go call clout gang for a better dis,

shit kazzy can write your own raps for you

have jaystation pull up,oh wait those crackers acting out

might as well be faking even mc got no bacon,

your crew can't even sell out a show even team 10 had a fall

why follow a trend when i set em you couldn't hit em,boy about to burn out like da 80's.