[Verse 1: King Quad]
Uh-uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When I started, I was cryin' in pain
Ain't had no more God to name
I developed myself, I wanna help
Now I got pride in my name, only gotten my mind to blame
That's the world in its entirity, I don't wanna hear that force
And I'm tired G, got that [?] inside of me
And I got kids tellin' me "You inspire me" and my red diaries
I sendin' that shit right up from the solar plexus, right up to the winch with 'em high speeds
Me and my people, we roll up, light up that spark in the night and get to [?] with [?]
My body big on a hot spree, they man takin' Ls and it's not me
I serve Ls in lesson and then flock free
Felt the weight and what it'd take for me to max out
Better watch yo' ego when the 'Mac out
And you gonna see me trackin' if you cast out (Uh-huh)
I'm gonna [?] and [?] when I'm trackin' with my bad self
Everyone's asking "How's ya' bigs?", "How's the fam', G?", "How's the kids?"
"We're all good, I'm feelin' big and got dreams on me that feelin' rich"
[Chorus: Jd.Smooth & DAMAG3]
If you say you real, you probably fake (You probably fake)
You guys gotta take the wheel, you talkin' to fate (You talkin' to fate)
I already changed the ill-wheel, you probably snakes
Y'all sinning, you ain't stopping my pace
If you ain't wit' 'em, you ain't probably chase
(It's DAMAG3, homie)
You probably fake
[Verse 2: DAMAG3]
Got a couple things that's probably gon' get me killed
I got fiends that be out here tryna get this dick
I got enemies tellin me out here that I'll never be shit
Fortunately, I'm Lemony Snicket, whoever else please get the fuck out of my kitchen
There's too many cooks in this bitch, hooks that ain't shit, crooks that ain't rich, looks y'all ain't gettin'
Mind ya damn business
Like how you gonna hit up my streams when you just a babbling crook? Back with the jab of the hook?
Back in the day I was actively battlin', bakin' the wax into edibles
(I get the other pointer for my own enjoyment) Yeah
(Couple bands a wekk and then I feel enormous) Woo!
(Stand to seek some new proportions, ain't need a middleman for me)
Look, man, that's called a double entendre
Growin' these tittes and growin' these commas
Then I hit cities, I'm gonna get dollars
If I make too much, I'll just give it back to y'all
I'ma (Wait, really?) proud champagne socialist, give all jobs to the robotics
When I die for Phil, when I'm out this shit
Fuckin' 9-to-5, I'd rather go out with Tiffany (What?)
Dyin' all my feet, tryna make you remember me
Gonna get on my knees and say a lil' simile
Proud of me and I ain't friends with you visibly
The rest of the Renaissance gonna stay hidden like the dragon
R.R. Martin with the saga, R. Von. god with the rapper
One of my garments for the rap check
[Chorus: Jd.Smooth & DAMAG3]
If you say you real, you probably fake (You probably fake)
You guys gotta take the wheel, you talkin' to fate (You talkin' to fate)
I already changed the ill-wheel, you probably snakes
Y'all sinning, you ain't stopping my pace
If you ain't wit' 'em, you ain't probably chase
(It's DAMAG3, homie)
You probably fake
[Interlude: Pareto & DAMAG3]
Wait, wait, wait
DAMAG3, you just took 32 bars on that shit and I didn't even get a verse?
Bitch, don't come at me like that
I thought that was the whole song
Nah, fuck that
[Verse 3: Pareto & All]
What do you say when yo' bro rolls up in a two-pay?
I mean, it's all good, but I ain't really cool with a dude caught up in the cool-aid
Followin' and followin' what the fools say
Nah, nah, no I'm not a hater
But they all be cravin' and accomadatin' to the common denominator and think I'm accomadatin' to yo' bitchass?
Hell no!
You doin' more flippin' than a cellphone, y'all mores bent than an elbow
Just shout outside and say "Hello"
DAMAG3 so nice to me, she didn't recognize with no nice demeanour
Nighttime when the lights are bleak, you find why I like to the keep the lightbulb and why I light the reefer
And my God don't like to preach at all
And I don't want peace at all, cookin' the people like pizza dough
And the Priest ain't got ethical piece, live with the [?] but they ain't got a piece of gold
Woah, HR, we don't sit with a grace
We just sit wit' a ticket in place
And if you haste to hate, go say it to my face, bitch
[Chorus: Jd.Smooth & DAMAG3]
If you say you real, you probably fake (You probably fake)
You guys gotta take the wheel, you talkin' to fate (You talkin' to fate)
I already changed the ill-wheel, you probably snakes
Y'all sinning, you ain't stopping my pace
If you ain't wit' 'em, you ain't probably chase
You probably fake
If you say you real, you probably fake (I think your fake)
You guys gotta take the wheel, you talkin' to fate (You say that you will)
I already changed the ill-wheel, you probably snakes (I think your fake)
Y'all sinning, you ain't stopping my pace
If you ain't wit' 'em, you ain't probably chase
You probably fake
