I'm the real deal

These bitches out here think they know me, But they don’t know the grind, it’s a different story, Italian icy, from Duval, I’m the real deal, Mayport dreams, yeah, you know how we feel. Running Atlantic Beach, where the sun don’t sleep, Homies by my side, loyalty runs deep, Late nights, city lights, we hustle and flow, Stacking up the paper, while they move slow. Whispers in the dark, but they can’t see my vision, Got my team tight, we’re on a mission, From the block to the top, man, we never fold, A queen in the making, watch the throne turn gold. They chasing clout, but they don’t know the cost, In this game of life, you can’t afford to be lost, So keep your eyes open, and your heart in the fight, 'Cause these bitches out here think they know me, but they don’t get it right.These bitches out here think they know me, But they ain't seen the struggle, ain't felt the cold breeze. From Duval where the palm trees sway, Atlantic Beach nights, we grind, we play. Homies by my side, yeah, we run these streets, Mayport dreams, stacking paper, no defeats. I got that Italian icy, drip like gelato, Living life fast, never slow, never throttle. Whispers in the dark, they talk behind my back, But they don't know the hustle, the grind, the facts. Late nights in the studio, pouring out my soul, Streetwise mentality, yeah, that’s how I roll. From the block to the top, I’m chasing my fate, Got a vision in my mind, never second-rate. They see the shine, but they don’t know the grind, In this game for real, one of a kind.