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Alright Look
Ever since I was 13, I've been surrounded by hurt dreams and
Fake niggas who threw shots, but none of that could hurt me
Police investigations but the police couldn't chirp me
High school couldn't nerf me, the new boys couldn't jerk me
Hey, been here like every day, someone got something to say
They all NWAs, niggas they getting no play
Not in my city, no way
Go outside, get some sun, grab some shade, hydroplane
Niggas can't keep in they lane, it ain't no thang
My shit, bigidi bigidi bang, yup bang nigga
K.I.Doing my thing nigga
Young boy he done upgrade
From that cavalier to that range nigga
Best believe im that same nigga
K.i.D but don't play nigga
You're low-key like your fame dude
All of you look the same nigga, dude
This is a shit I do, spell it out for these dumb niggas, haiku
Weak rappers like you are so bad for my mood
Back, yall better watch your step
Asian kid test, I'm coming correct
Really there's no contest
Getting the right thing till there ain't left

Uh, but I'll keep it real and I don't think I'll ever change
I'll never lie if you can look me in the face
I swear to God that weak shit isn't in my veins
I'll never change.
I keep it real, I keep it real my nigga,
I keep it real, I keep it real my nigga,
I keep it real, I keep it real my nigga
I keep it real, that's how I feel my nigga.

Alright, hey look, real nigga since day one
So fuck you if you hate me
Been a working nigga since day two
And a rich nigga since day three
Learn the shit on my own so
What the hell can you teach me?
Kyle Harvey's no clone you
Couldn't see me with HD
With a telescope, with a microscope
Nigga in the dark with a lot of phones
I'm over rappers who smoke weed with white girls
That get emma stoned
I'm not sayin they're weak, I'm just saying that there not me
And it's like I'm fucking great I mean like what else can they be? you know
They say I Sound like Drake, I don't
Your daughter think that I'm great, I know
Your mother fucking CD package needs to come with a bar of soap
Cause honestly, your verses stink
That shit puts me straight to sleep
Even if I ain't have a nose
I could tell that your verses reek
Its filled all the shit about spots you've never been
And about girls you'll never do
And about shit you never did
All these niggas you killed
And all the caps that you filled,
Well all you niggas are millionaires
So come on let's be real.

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