[Verse 1]
Six feet deep, I've been under the water
Go and tell your top five I'm goin' harder
The one thing that I would never fuck with is karma
If it's war, I got a trunk full of armor
I'm the illest, I feel like I might kill 'em in any minute
So I'm spittin' out venom at anyone who wanna get it
Definition of realism, If I say it then I live it
Man, I've been in the system since I was little sippin' guinness
I'm a certified rockstar, I'm authentic
R.I.P. John Lennon, he gave me guitar lessons
I'm in Greece eating bak-la-va all winter
In the streets with the Ras-tas, who want get it
I don't get blinded by the fame and the money
In 2019 I'll be the face of my country
So hate if you a hater, but the hatin' disgustin'
I'm lookin' down on 'em like "Ey, little buddy"
Self-made, I'm trynna change for the better
Y'all too busy worried 'bout a name on your sweater
Boy, I came with my gang and we sprayin' berettas
Y'all aim for the legs, and we aim for the neck-up
You verse us, ain't a good idea
I see you got your style at the hood IKEA
If you're lookin' for the truth you can look right here
Cause we the shit now, we ain't about to go nowhere
When it's beef then my team on the front line
And they willin' and ready to squeeze when it's crunch time
Where I'm from you get punched over punchlines
I fall asleep to the sound of the gunfire
Raise a toast, the occasion is special
Suit and tie on, but I came from the ghetto
Hear the kick, then the snare, then the bass, then the treble
I used to smoke weed, now I blaze instrumentals
Six feet deep, I've been under the water
Go and tell your top five I'm goin' harder
The one thing that I would never fuck with is karma
If it's war, I got a trunk full of armor
I'm the illest, I feel like I might kill 'em in any minute
So I'm spittin' out venom at anyone who wanna get it
Definition of realism, If I say it then I live it
Man, I've been in the system since I was little sippin' guinness
I'm a certified rockstar, I'm authentic
R.I.P. John Lennon, he gave me guitar lessons
I'm in Greece eating bak-la-va all winter
In the streets with the Ras-tas, who want get it
I don't get blinded by the fame and the money
In 2019 I'll be the face of my country
So hate if you a hater, but the hatin' disgustin'
I'm lookin' down on 'em like "Ey, little buddy"
Self-made, I'm trynna change for the better
Y'all too busy worried 'bout a name on your sweater
Boy, I came with my gang and we sprayin' berettas
Y'all aim for the legs, and we aim for the neck-up
You verse us, ain't a good idea
I see you got your style at the hood IKEA
If you're lookin' for the truth you can look right here
Cause we the shit now, we ain't about to go nowhere
When it's beef then my team on the front line
And they willin' and ready to squeeze when it's crunch time
Where I'm from you get punched over punchlines
I fall asleep to the sound of the gunfire
Raise a toast, the occasion is special
Suit and tie on, but I came from the ghetto
Hear the kick, then the snare, then the bass, then the treble
I used to smoke weed, now I blaze instrumentals
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