tripple threat bitch makin shit that's worthy of the hot list with a flick of the wrist a twist thinkin bout the many times I was overlooked and dismissed the days I didn't even exist just a strap a pad and a pen a dream of big money hustlin lost some homies they are missed im pissed but I insist to persist like the sun takin away the mist you get the gist I just wanna do it my way an take it to the top of the list stand up and ball my fist thinkin of what coulda been in my best interest so I can be the biggest like a gymnast gold medalist nearest to bein the sickest slickest no limit cause rap can be my ticket I rivet and flip it rippin the mic from fakes who think they the illest hatin cause im the realest a lyricist takin over the globe with my lyrics fuck the critics melting faces like nuclear physics everybody mimics the fake gimmicks I ignore em cause the fake bullshit confuses me like hieroglyphics smoke some weed and be the trillest like indica and sativa eloped and had triplets smoke it up get on the mic im killin it on fire im grillin it no hook an look at me im still the realest