you say my bars ain't perfect... #elanes #lakesiderepublic #pgsgang #real6gawd #guyisaspiderabulm #elanesmeetslsguy Real 6 Gawd Chorus: You said my Bars ain't perfect, ion know nothing bout that My voice's too low for a rapper, I think i agree with that But don't you ever call my mama, there's a limit to that And when you say fuck you, nigga, middle finger to you back Verse 1 Critics talk, but they ain't walkin' the walk My rhymes are fire, theirs are just a faint spark They say I'm too aggressive, I'm too in your face But they're just mad 'cause they can't keep up with the pace I'm a wordsmith, weaving webs of words so tight They're just haters, hating on my spotlight COVID-19 got 'em quarantined, can't touch my fame Drake's got the 6, but I'm the real 6 God, ain't no one gonna claim Kanye West thinks he's a god, but I'm the real deal Lil Wayne's got the flow, but I'm the one who's real Eminem's my idol, but I'm the new king My rhymes are like a sword, they cut deep, they sting Personal struggles, inner demons, I face 'em head-on My dark humor's like a shield, it keeps me from going wrong I'm a master of words, a magician with rhymes My flow's like a rollercoaster, it'll leave you blind You can't touch my skill, you can't touch my dominance I'm the king of the game, and I won't relinquish My throne's on fire, but I won't stop, won't quit I'll keep on rapping, till I'm the last one standing, ain't no one gonna stop it. I'm a verbal assassin, leaving haters in a haze My rhymes are like a maze, they get lost in the daze BOOM! I drop the mic, and the crowd goes insane While critics are still trying to explain My dominance is like a pandemic, spreading fast COVID-19 got nothing on my rap craft Drake's got the 6, but I'm the one with the skill Kanye West thinks he's a god, but I'm the real deal still Lil Wayne's got the flow, but I'm the one with the flair Eminem's my idol, but I'm the new king, I declare My rhymes are like a sword, they cut deep and true Leaving haters in the dust, like a ghost, boo! Chorus: You said my Bars ain't perfect, ion know nothing bout that My voice's too low for a rapper, I think i agree with that But don't you ever call my mama, there's a limit to that And when you say fuck you, nigga, middle finger to you back