Real Me

I'm sick of being told who I'm supposed to be
Who I am and who I'm not, Yall don't even fucking know me

So tell me who's the real me cuz I don't feel free
I always gotta do something stupid to make em' feel me
They gon have to kill me, To get the real me
They ain't finna take what I've said they want the real me

So tell me who's the real me cuz I don't feel free
I always gotta do something stupid to make em' feel me
They gon have to kill me, To get the real me
They ain't finna take what I've said they want the real me

Feel like I don't know my own strength
And I don't know my own name
I be tossing jabs at the mirror up at my own face
But I'm sick of the same old shit
Bitches get ticked when I play my hits
Fake little fans be so make shift
Wanna switch up quick and get on my dick
But I ain't mad at these people
Because I'm glad that I'm evil
And always acting deceitful
Come catch me stabbing the reaper
Yeah, but I been dope bitch like Mac
Hit em in the back with a baseball bat
I ain't got room anymore for the cap
If you wanna play ball get a mitt let's rap
I be living this shit I don't make it up
I be thanking God that I'm waking up
Came a long way from the prison bus
Trays up, State Cakes, and the ramen lunch
Mama often bitched a lot so I don't lip box
Keep a loaded Glock with a red beam on it like a polka dot
Tucked up real nice in the side of my sock
Imma hit him in the head then I'll watch him drop
Then it's 187 bitch fuck the cops
I don't gotta talk no more I might pop
Like a big Airhead in a room of rocks
Getting pretty hard to just be me
I don't really like the shit I see
So I break glass from the mirror
Cuz I can't tell the difference
From the image and the real me

So tell me who's the real me cuz I don't feel free
I always gotta do something stupid to make em' feel me
They gon have to kill me, To get the real me
They ain't finna take what I've said they want the real me

So tell me who's the real me cuz I don't feel free
I always gotta do something stupid to make em' feel me
They gon have to kill me, To get the real me
They ain't finna take what I've said they want the real me

Yo, back in the day had to flip these p's
Had a lot of cash that the police seized
Now I got chicks that'll eat my skeet
Man this rapper shit is pretty frickin sweet
But the shit gets deep like a bitch in heat
Watching netflix girl imma grip your teat
But to think I've peaked you can kiss the feet
Or the pinkie ring imma keep it G
Cuz I ain't got time for the bullshit no more
No time to be chilling with no whores
No doors opening anytime soon
So I gotta outdo everything that I've done and still more
Well bitch if you sit on your ass any longer you gon stay there
30 years later looking back in the mirror with some gray hair
I'm 25 now this shit is crazy I never thought that I would be here
But fuck it imma hit this blunt and this bottle until I feel weird
Yeah I got a lot of trauma and the drama from my mama
That's been bothering me often and it's probably why I'm nodding
I can't keep myself sober to save my life
Even if I died in this room tonight
So I sleep so tight with just one eye
To catch death sneaking around inside my room at night
But he can't see me coming up behind
Then I snatch his scythe and I slash him up
And leave the real me here to die

So tell me who's the real me cuz I don't feel free
I always gotta do something stupid to make em' feel me
They gon have to kill me, To get the real me
They ain't finna take what I've said they want the real me

So tell me who's the real me cuz I don't feel free
I always gotta do something stupid to make em' feel me
They gon have to kill me, To get the real me
They ain't finna take what I've said they want the real me