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Let's be real (let's be real), let's be real for a minute You be hatin' on them boys, but the fear is your villain Oh damn (come on bruh, just face it), I can't see competition Just some greasy-ass missets that won't clean up their own dishes (ha-choo) I just sneezed in between my lyrics, seems like T is the illest Beastmode recondition (yeah), and I go so hard, I feel like a Pimmel Feel like a dick, 'cause I penetrate you pussies Feel like a Sith in my deadly sins hoodie Peach like pink on my nails, I'm a beauty Peace sign hangin' on my chain, I'm on duty Yah, yah, yah, yah, you feel like you god, yeah But money can't clean your ass up, when you're really disgusting Yah, yah, yah, yah, no need to discuss this You're a struggling fuck and tryna hide it with your muscles Yeah, I'd rather be a misfit (than what?) Than a visionless misset, 'cause jealousy will make you vicious Yeah, I'd rather be a misfit (than what?) Than a misset that's driven by it's publicity addiction (oh, damn) Homie, let's be real for a minute Guess this team's the realest We don't need no gimmicks See, we don't feel you, mimics Better flee, we feast on missets, yeah And we're killin' beats for a livin', yeah Letras de cancionesOutta space, your peak's the ceilin', yeah Never usin' cheats, always winnin', yeah Cookin' all his heat while he's skimmin', yeah Yeah, now I look back, I'm [?], I seat that We always three steps ahead of this weak ass Hitters and there's actually no fuckin' need to work out, so in fact We could just fuckin' lean back and relax, but I want to go so hard on 'em I want to go so hard on 'em Work hard, learn hard, to go so hard on 'em I go SSJ2 Gohan on 'em, pow Make 'em pop like Junior Cells, we're cool as hell You just make a fool of yourself, how mindful Your mind is just full of yourself, what you call wealth Is certainly not good for your health, I mean look at yourself You're still stupid as hell I suggest you put some books in your shelf (yeah), ey And the saddest part of all is that you really call yourself an artist But you're just in it for the star game, [CB?] scene and all that Lame-ass illusion is shit, get, ride a dick for You ain't goin' all-in, don't pull up your heart and Biggest aim is seein' your name on fuckin' Pitchfork, ugh Or fuckin' Billboard, focus only for them bills, bruh Like you ain't got no fuckin' sort of skill, bruh Take a look into the mirror and be real, bruh Let's be real, uh From Letras Mania