GuessMuzik - Really Real (feat. Johnson Soldout & Villa)

Sometimes my biggest liability
Is my lack of a lie ability
Every time I try
It blows up in my face
Like a boomerang rigged with grenades
Guess the truth is left for the insane
Scroll down a social media screen
What do you see but a sea of peasants
Content on fake content
Acting a hee haw for a response
Integrity lost, when pressured with an increased living cost
Morals gone in a spiral
When it's whatever it takes to be viral
Makes one question
What's really real anymore
Authenticity a foreign conspiracy sung in yesteryears interlude
I'm mashing the playback button but Alexa got other ideas
She got phoniness que'd up for the next ten years
Sounds that don't resonate in my ears
But get priority play from so called contemperaries and peers
I keep a line around any trying to cross over to my circle
They want to try every angle, but I peep all the Urkels
Bunch of birds ready to pop off on the colonel
They fake hard actually
Egyptian cotton in the internal
So again
What's really real
I'm constantly contemplating if those are
Truths trickling from their tongues
Storytellers with more fluff than the fairytales
From when I was young
I've never been the one to beat around the bush outside the bedroom
Taurus gang
I should probably run classes on how to leave the bullshit in the bathroom
I treat honesty as the best policy like it's a top commandment
We stuck together better than siamese with the attachment
They ain't making it past the checkpoint
If they ain't with the same sediments
Meaning if they ain't straight to the point
They aren't even really relevant

I always felt the need to do good, draw comparisons of a samaritan
But there's malice in, my heart that I am battling
the pen hits the pad, ya boy becomes arrogant
I should humble myself, avoid embarrassment
I'm trying to eat, search and destroy it with my javelin
The walls have ears man, see I enjoy the babbling
You witnessing greatness, my flows on that LeBron shit
A bunch of ice & hydro in this bong lifts
Me to roasting every single person I don't get along with
Tell em to get a strong grip if they gone stiff
Can't open up to many, I've had experiences in which they'd knock you and run away, ding dong ditch
I'm right back to the drawing board, if the plan fail
Get back on my game, from where it's stored, no hand held
that's real
I'm busy working, while you at a stand still
I've been down before, writing became my habit
I indulged my time as a Mary Jane addict
Here's my chance at change, I need to go grab it
Been Straight To The Point, I deal with the same fabric
Been Straight To The Point, I deal with the same fabric
Been Straight To The Point, I deal with the same fabric

See I got skeletons in my closet that are like my friends
Sometimes I'm cool with my demons, sometimes I'm fighting them
Sometimes I open the door and I just invite them in
Sometimes I stand behind mics, recite what I write with pens
I ain't got an option, know that I ain't stopping
Till I'm chilling in a Villa and everything is Sold Out like Johnson
I've lost friends and lost loved ones
But I guess the past is in the past it can't be undone
All these blank stares
Comfortable just speaking all my truths, make others have to go and face theirs
I, never expected this I don't know how I really feel
It's like a dream and I don't even know whats really real
Saint just passed me the blunt and told me "You need to chill"
But I'm still looking for a Jada that just need a Will
Don't know where my head is, don't know what regret it
Ndeed I guess it's quite the Epidemic but
All those nights and all those times I'm in the car alone
No Peter Parker, but I'm a little "Far From Home"
LB ain't it Great?, I Know they gonna hate
we keep it Straight To The Point but maybe they just don't relate right
And so I know they gonna hate, we keep it Straight To The Point but maybe they just don't relate right

Written by:
Christian James, Christian Villacres, Ed Rivera, Justin Johnson, Leila Islam

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