Real Music

Real music
Ain't what I make
Guess I'm a fake then
Great music
When you're hearing it play
I'mma circle my name on it with red pen

Who cares and who cries
Over the comments left by a few guys
Who lied on their twitter feed
About never wanting beef but needs it to climb

Uhh, fuck, you're lame
Stop subtweeting and just say my name
Feel like Heisenberg in this game
We push similar content but they're NOT the same

I know why you're mad at me
You ain't got it popping like I do
And it's a tragedy
Your fantasy
Is eliminating anyone above you
But you cannot get to shwabadi

You think that it ain't deserved
And you're angered cus the only way your tape is heard
Is if you tweet at and annoy a semi-famous nerd
Maybe some'll clock onto you and they'll break the word

It's obvious you're after clout
Don't throw stones
We can see through your glass house
Think they step with heat? That's nowt
Cus I've been walkin' on the sun like smash mouth

I got more dough than you (Tonnes)
And I got more hoes than you (One)
Damn, I am such a mother fucker
You can probably call me daddy too (Son)

Numbers don't mean success, right?
But the numbers that you're trying to flex? yikes
Y'all keep tryna force it like a jedi
I've more paper and drip than a wet wipe

Y'all fake ass pussies - fleshlights
Stay stunned like a deer up in the headlights
I'm tight on the tracks like a necktie
I'm a titan, in fact, y'all are dead guys

All art is art, it's subjective
Y'all marks for Mark, my objective
Is going bar for bar with collectives
Counting moolah and hearts I've collected

All music's real, you dummy
They think they big bears, but they're gummy
I'm counting guap, cash, money
Y'all count on handouts from opps
Man that's funny

Tried to son me but get fathered instead
They see me eating with my brothers
They want part of the bread
It's hard to forget
You talking like a nark out your neck
Vous êtes dégoûtant, if you'd pardon the french

You are not a threat, if I call the goons then you vanish
Made a killing online, got huge bandwidth
Akamichi how my crew expanding
Any media that feat me, the views expanded

I'll probably take this too far
If you think you're famous then my shooters aim for the stars
You talk bout raising the metal, try fucking raising the bar
This blade's good advice, you gonna take it to heart

Don't forget where we came from
Shoutout Robbo, nights in the pub with the playstation
I need a fucking vacation
Lockdown took my patience

Shit, lockdown took relationships
They say this the end, I refuse it
Anything you have to do, man, we'll do it
Just make real music



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Nichols
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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