Real Don't Sell
Only real shit is gonna last
All that other shit
Is here today, and
Gone tomorrow
Only the real shit, last forever
All that other shit
Just see the shelf
Don't follow trends, just to see a check
Yet, these trends still gettin' set
Not a one-hit wonder
Won't cheat myself
That's why they say, that
He won't sell
It's obvious that he don't care
No sugar coat, I keep it real
Won't let fortune and fame
Be my only wealth
Can't let these critics deplete my health
Tell 'em the truth and be myself
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
'Cus I could make a song
That'll make you glad to be alive
I could also make a song
That'll make you wanna cry
Yeah, I could make a song
That talks about when all is well
But I could also make a song
That talks about our walks through hell
Yeah, I could
But it probably wouldn't sell
Well, at least that's what they tell me
I tell 'em we'll see
My hammer's to the nail
The jams I would build
About our struggles, goals, achievements
And our hopes to prevail
A.k.a that real shit
'Cus that would be ideal
And so you know
I ain't here
Just to get you in ya feels and
Even though
I could make the ladies squeal
Ain't tryna sell no sex appeal, but
I'm locked in to sell these bars of steel
Raw and uncut yet, I still make it clear as that
4K resolution scale
Nah, for real
But you want see me
In and out of jails
Just to help my albums sales
I ensure that you're never too
Far to feel, the vibes
That also vibrates your body
From your jaw to your heels, or
Make you wanna somersault or cart-a-wheel
No surprise
Even make another rapper
Want to steal
Not tryna win you over or bargain deals
All I need you to do is
Loan me your ears
'Cus if there's war in fields
Then I'm in for the kill
Yes, I'm on Lauren's hill
Killing 'em softly
With these words
Got my eyes orange peeled
It'll be war until
What we did becomes historical
When people ask what happen?
No one answers
You know the deal
Blood and gore revealed
Looking like a horror film
Scratch that
'Cus at my core, I'm chill
Like, where you store your meals
But, with these bars
Hot, like I left 'em on a
Foreman grill
& made sure this dope wasn't morpheme
So, there's more to feel
Lately feeling more fulfilled
So, most of times
I'm just tryna kick it like we played for Brazil
Nah
Let me switch my scheme now
Not tryna let my team down
They the reason if I seem proud
Niggas acting bogus is
Something I noticed when
I stopped joking
Only roll with my consultants
This lightning bolt
Inside a bottle and I got
The world shocked
Off the voltage
They beggin' me to open
They beggin' me to open
They beggin' me to open
Only the real shit, last forever
All that other shit just see the shelf
Don't follow trends, just to see a check
Yet, these trends still gettin' set
Not a one-hit wonder
Won't cheat myself
That's why they say, that he Won't sell
It's obvious that he don't care
No sugar coat, I keep it real
Won't let fortune and fame
Be my only wealth
Can't let these critics deplete my health
Tell 'em the truth and be myself
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
'Cus I could make a song
That'll make ya glad to be alive
I could also make a song
That'll make you wanna cry
Yeah, I could make a song
That talks about when all is well
But I could also make a song
That talks about
Our walks through hell
Yeah, I could
But it probably wouldn't sell
Well, at least that's what
They tell me
I tell 'em we'll see
My hammer's to the nail
The jams that I would build
About our struggles, goals, Achievements, and
Our hopes to prevail
Only the real shit, last forever
All that other shit just see the shelf
Don't follow trends, just to see a check
Yet, these trends still gettin' set
Not a one-hit wonder
Won't cheat myself
That's why they say, that he Won't sell
It's obvious that he don't care
No sugar coat, I keep it real
Won't let fortune and fame
Be my only wealth
Can't let these critics deplete my health
Tell 'em the truth and be myself
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
All that other shit
Is here today, and
Gone tomorrow
Only the real shit, last forever
All that other shit
Just see the shelf
Don't follow trends, just to see a check
Yet, these trends still gettin' set
Not a one-hit wonder
Won't cheat myself
That's why they say, that
He won't sell
It's obvious that he don't care
No sugar coat, I keep it real
Won't let fortune and fame
Be my only wealth
Can't let these critics deplete my health
Tell 'em the truth and be myself
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
'Cus I could make a song
That'll make you glad to be alive
I could also make a song
That'll make you wanna cry
Yeah, I could make a song
That talks about when all is well
But I could also make a song
That talks about our walks through hell
Yeah, I could
But it probably wouldn't sell
Well, at least that's what they tell me
I tell 'em we'll see
My hammer's to the nail
The jams I would build
About our struggles, goals, achievements
And our hopes to prevail
A.k.a that real shit
'Cus that would be ideal
And so you know
I ain't here
Just to get you in ya feels and
Even though
I could make the ladies squeal
Ain't tryna sell no sex appeal, but
I'm locked in to sell these bars of steel
Raw and uncut yet, I still make it clear as that
4K resolution scale
Nah, for real
But you want see me
In and out of jails
Just to help my albums sales
I ensure that you're never too
Far to feel, the vibes
That also vibrates your body
From your jaw to your heels, or
Make you wanna somersault or cart-a-wheel
No surprise
Even make another rapper
Want to steal
Not tryna win you over or bargain deals
All I need you to do is
Loan me your ears
'Cus if there's war in fields
Then I'm in for the kill
Yes, I'm on Lauren's hill
Killing 'em softly
With these words
Got my eyes orange peeled
It'll be war until
What we did becomes historical
When people ask what happen?
No one answers
You know the deal
Blood and gore revealed
Looking like a horror film
Scratch that
'Cus at my core, I'm chill
Like, where you store your meals
But, with these bars
Hot, like I left 'em on a
Foreman grill
& made sure this dope wasn't morpheme
So, there's more to feel
Lately feeling more fulfilled
So, most of times
I'm just tryna kick it like we played for Brazil
Nah
Let me switch my scheme now
Not tryna let my team down
They the reason if I seem proud
Niggas acting bogus is
Something I noticed when
I stopped joking
Only roll with my consultants
This lightning bolt
Inside a bottle and I got
The world shocked
Off the voltage
They beggin' me to open
They beggin' me to open
They beggin' me to open
Only the real shit, last forever
All that other shit just see the shelf
Don't follow trends, just to see a check
Yet, these trends still gettin' set
Not a one-hit wonder
Won't cheat myself
That's why they say, that he Won't sell
It's obvious that he don't care
No sugar coat, I keep it real
Won't let fortune and fame
Be my only wealth
Can't let these critics deplete my health
Tell 'em the truth and be myself
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
'Cus I could make a song
That'll make ya glad to be alive
I could also make a song
That'll make you wanna cry
Yeah, I could make a song
That talks about when all is well
But I could also make a song
That talks about
Our walks through hell
Yeah, I could
But it probably wouldn't sell
Well, at least that's what
They tell me
I tell 'em we'll see
My hammer's to the nail
The jams that I would build
About our struggles, goals, Achievements, and
Our hopes to prevail
Only the real shit, last forever
All that other shit just see the shelf
Don't follow trends, just to see a check
Yet, these trends still gettin' set
Not a one-hit wonder
Won't cheat myself
That's why they say, that he Won't sell
It's obvious that he don't care
No sugar coat, I keep it real
Won't let fortune and fame
Be my only wealth
Can't let these critics deplete my health
Tell 'em the truth and be myself
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
If I got God, don't need no help
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Saxon
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