The real me No one knows the real me Do you feel me Feel like all these people out to kill me So I pop these pills see Cop them by the bottle Find me at the bottom Hella hollow Hand full of pills I swallow These thrills they call me I’m just tryna ball see Feelin ballse Yuh bitch she call me I ditch sobriety These bars I spit some one hire me All these artist inspire me But I’m only inspired to get rich Like bitch it’s computed People get booted out my life There all fake Like all talk Hit me up when you’re balls drop You Ain’t bout my life I do this right Nothing I do real light Unless I’m drawing Got hella flaws No need to call me No one knows the real me Do you feel me Feel like all these people out to kill me So I pop these pills see Cop them by the bottle Find me at the bottom Hella hollow That’s a hard pill to swallow My heart still From the bars still Focusing on the past instead of tomorrow I’m starting to feel like a killer My bars they are killer Need fancy cars Designer clothes To fabricate my soul Get rid of all my woahs Dressed all black feelin like a crow