[Intro: Arthur Morgan and Sister Calderón]
You're too smart for me sister
I guess, I- I'm afraid
There is nothing too be afraid of
[Verse 1: Itha¢a]
Let me introduce you to the wild, wild west
But the real wild west I ain't talkin' Will Smith
Cowboys, bandits, gangbangers and cheap hoes
Ride round town with a bandana and ill flow
Bare knuckle usin' no six shooter, I'm real brutal piss shooter
I'm pretty witty with it, don't need tutors
I'm ridin' horseback waitin' for the next stack of cash but the catch is I never made jack
My vibe doctor, the Molly Miller, who gone missin', the Godzilla, a dead J Dilla, Bismillah
Not the realest or illest spitter who lives, I'm just tryna get a little bit of happiness, no skrilla
I'm straight-snappin' these straight jackets, I'm brain-bashin'
Lane passin' lames, and I'm dane smashin' I'm soul-snatchin'
Been attacking you, but
You panicking 'cause
These bars got you mannequins scuffed
Satanic, you what?
(bllt bllt bllt)
[Chorus: Itha¢a, Rav]
I don't think you're really real
No I don't really think you're real
Show me how you really feel
And don't hold back yourself
You claimin' that you wield the steel
Claimin' this and that but still
Still, ay' let's talk about it
You say they always 'bout it
But wait till I call you out, then you break
Can you close your mouth and
You're too smart for me sister
I guess, I- I'm afraid
There is nothing too be afraid of
[Verse 1: Itha¢a]
Let me introduce you to the wild, wild west
But the real wild west I ain't talkin' Will Smith
Cowboys, bandits, gangbangers and cheap hoes
Ride round town with a bandana and ill flow
Bare knuckle usin' no six shooter, I'm real brutal piss shooter
I'm pretty witty with it, don't need tutors
I'm ridin' horseback waitin' for the next stack of cash but the catch is I never made jack
My vibe doctor, the Molly Miller, who gone missin', the Godzilla, a dead J Dilla, Bismillah
Not the realest or illest spitter who lives, I'm just tryna get a little bit of happiness, no skrilla
I'm straight-snappin' these straight jackets, I'm brain-bashin'
Lane passin' lames, and I'm dane smashin' I'm soul-snatchin'
Been attacking you, but
You panicking 'cause
These bars got you mannequins scuffed
Satanic, you what?
(bllt bllt bllt)
[Chorus: Itha¢a, Rav]
I don't think you're really real
No I don't really think you're real
Show me how you really feel
And don't hold back yourself
You claimin' that you wield the steel
Claimin' this and that but still
Still, ay' let's talk about it
You say they always 'bout it
But wait till I call you out, then you break
Can you close your mouth and
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