NIE - The Realist

I'm one of the realist
Cause I kept it real
When them niggas was 50
I kept it a hunnit
Them hoes who had stunted
Them bitches is on me right now
They gotta sit in the crowd
I'm smelling like loud
I'm virginia's most blunted
My tax is the most to promoters who stunted
Them niggas redundant
I sent em my music
Didn't nobody check for me
Now they wanna book me
They best have a check for me
Rappers is whack
I wish I had telepathy
Bitch on my lap and her bestfriend is next to me
I'm having thoughts bout the both of them sexing me
Other bitch texting me
Flexing excessively
Shit could get messy g
Why would you message me
I'm like a refugee
Cause I survived all the niggas whose hating
I used it and turned it to my motivation
Now I'm on the road got some shows
In some cities that I never been in my life
I been itching to write
Cause my life like a book
And these niggas gone pay me to read em a chapter
Kick shit like a kappa
But I'm not no cappa
But bitch I'm a kappa
You know then you know
Kicking shit like a kappa
But I'm not no cappa
But bitch I'm a kappa
You know then you know
Bitch I'm one of the realist
Cause I kept it real
When them niggas was 50
I kept it a hunnid
Them hoes who had stunted
Them bitches is on me right now
They gotta sit in the crowd
I'm smelling like loud
Bitches is on me right now
They gotta sit in the crowd
Facts
I'm one of the realist
Cause I kept it real
When them niggas was 50
I kept it a hunnit
Them hoes who had stunted
Them bitches is on me right now
They gotta sit in the crowd
I'm smelling like loud
I'm virginia's most blunted
My tax is the most to promoters who stunted
Them niggas redundant
I sent em my music
Didn't nobody check for me
Now they wanna book me
They best have a check for me
My life is wild man
Its hard to stay humble
Bitch I'm in the jungle
Bitch hair like repunzel
She love me
She say that she never gone leave
But I pray to allah that she leave me alone
Put my name in a stone
I'm the 1
I'm the truth
I'm the god
I'm the answer
Got kicked off the team
Coach had said I was cancer
So I took a trip to my bitch in Atlanta
Found out that she strip
Told her mom she a dancer
Say I gotta gift
They been calling me santa
I used to write rhymes in my notebooks and planners
Now I'm on the road with some weed and my hammer
I never chase liq
Put the drank in my fanta
My eyes on the prize
That word to my gramma
I used to get bowls
From my dog down in bama
How I get these bars
Like I been in the slamma
Say she gotta job
But she really a scammer
I don't give a fuck
Give her nut like I'm planters
The sex is bananas
She bad with a bag
So I'm spending a bag when we popout
You know how I get when I rockout
I'm balling like bron in the lockout
I pullup pop shit with my cock out
I ask em who fucking who sucking
Them bitches gone love me for nothing
Who sucking who fucking
I'm one of the realist
Cause I kept it real
When them niggas was 50
I kept it a hunnit
Them hoes who had stunted
Them bitches is on me right now
They gotta sit in the crowd
I'm smelling like loud
I'm virginia's most blunted
My tax is the most to promoters who stunted
Them niggas redundant
I sent em my music
Didn't nobody check for me
Now they wanna book me
They best have a check for me
Rappers is whack
I wish I had telepathy
Bitch on my lap and her bestfriend is next to me
I'm having thoughts bout the both of them sexing me
Other bitch texting me
Flexing excessively
Shit could get messy g
Why would you message me
I'm like a refugee
Cause I survived all the niggas whose hating
I used it and turned it to my motivation
Now I'm on the road got some shows

Written by:
Nigel Ribeiro

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