Really?

So you wanna see the real me, really
Is you down to fly up to the ceiling
Get high, ghost ride
But you don't need no smoke just to know that it's a vibe
But if you gon' take a hit
Just treat it like a movie, life is what you make of it
The rap OGs school me on the ways of making hits
I ain't gon' follow rules, chasing fame just makes me sick

Word to Biggie cuz I'm sicker than your average
In the city, just a youngin chasing cabbage
I get litty with my dogs on the magic
Life ain't pretty but to live it is my last wish
And I ain't living in the past tense
I just be chillin, no attachments
Might have turned into a villain in my absence
I was stuck inside that feeling of imbalance
Practice what I preach nigga, don't get it mixed up
I ain't from no streets but you know I got my fist up
Standing for what's right, manifesting what I wish bruh
Ain't no end in sight, live my life till I destruct
I always love it when they wish luck
I rise above what they instruct
Yea I had to let it go
I'm killing this shit, something you already know

So you wanna see the real me, really
Is you down to fly up to the ceiling
Get high, ghost ride
But you don't need no smoke just to know that it's a vibe
But if you gon' take a hit
Just treat it like a movie, life is what you make of it
The rap OGs school me on the ways of making hits
I ain't gon' follow rules, chasing fame just makes me sick
So you wanna see the real me, really
Is you down to fly up to the ceiling
Get high, ghost ride
But you don't need no smoke just to know that it's a vibe
But if you gon' take a hit
Just treat it like a movie, life is what you make of it
The rap OGs school me on the ways of making hits
I ain't gon' follow rules, chasing fame just makes me sick

Ain't gon' follow rules TTD, never switchin'
I been a quiet dude, don't need to hear me just to listen
I'm tryna keep my cool on this road to getting riches
The diamonds and the jewels can be a curse but I ain't trippin'
I do what I please, do what I choose
I'm tryna be more conscious, live as one not as two
They really think I lost it, my mind is on the moon
My family, my friends and all these lies that we consume
It's all in my mind, it's all in my head
I've said a couple times that I'd much rather be dead
I've told a couple lies, those are my only regrets
I don't apologize, had to get it off my chest, uh
Cuz it's all a test
Really don't know what's gon' happen, we can't see what's next
I can see these niggas cappin', I ain't like the rest
And if you need a nigga snappin', put me on the track
You know I got your back
Cuz it's like that
I feel like Jordan 23, where the mic at?
So much life out there to see, need a flight map
I may have found clarity, you a blind bat
Where my mind at

So you wanna see the real me, really
Is you down to fly up to the ceiling
Get high, ghost ride
But you don't need no smoke just to know that it's a vibe
But if you gon' take a hit
Just treat it like a movie, life is what you make of it
The rap OGs school me on the ways of making hits
I ain't gon' follow rules, chasing fame just makes me sick
So you wanna see the real me, really
Is you down to fly up to the ceiling
Get high, ghost ride
But you don't need no smoke just to know that it's a vibe
But if you gon' take a hit
Just treat it like a movie, life is what you make of it
The rap OGs school me on the ways of making hits
I ain't gon' follow rules, chasing fame just makes me sick