Realist Shit I Ever Wrote

Damn, DWright got beats
Yeah, I guess ain't no nice way to tell y'all motherfuckers, huh
Tried to told you I ain't playin' this year
Pussy motherfuckers duckin' in fear

Yeah, let's get one thing clear
If I say it, then I stand on that
Never ever folded, never been a rat
I was raised in the trap

Southside, 3rd Street to be exact
Yeah, we put the dirty third on the map
A lot of people got whacked
Lost some people and we'll never get them back

Like Lil' Chris, Kippes, Dallas, Norm & Pat
Never forgotten, never that
Caught you slippin' now your ass
In the scope, shit parasitic

And your ass is just a host
Bitch, you know I do the most
And I ain't playin'
Turn your petty beef to roast

Man down, we one up
Let's make a toast
Lay it down
Now you a ghost

I suppose I'm posed to care about your feelings
No one cared bout overdoses and the killings
Get that shit up off the ceiling
I've got threats by people sayin' they'll drill me

But I beg to differ still alive
Feel me, bitch
You fuckin' with the realest
Quit the cap

You don't really want the smoke
Spare your lungs, bruh
You know you gonna choke the realest shit I ever wrote
I grew up and we stuck to a code, violate and

Snatch your ass up by the throat and beat your ass to a pulp
If rap fail, I'ma get it out the field
One thing, I'ma always keep it real
Never sell out for a deal

I ain't pressed about climbing up the pop charts
I don't make music for you pop tarts
Let's be honest
Yeah, I'ma eat regardless, bruh

This is light work
Shit easy, I don't even write jerk
So you tell me what your life worth
Bar for bar, we can get it in

My main concern is these dividends
I hit the streets like Michelin's
So if it's plex then go and get your friends
I got a box that can stick 'em in

So many ways to hit you with
Step out of line and I'ma split your shit
These Louisville streets insidious
The money must be myriad

You gotta walk through life with fearlessness
We trying to open up some businesses
So tell me what the business is
I gotta have some shit to give my kids

Before I'm unable to lift my lids
Shit's serious
Quit the cap
You don't really want the smoke

Spare your lungs, bruh
You know you gonna choke the realest shit I ever wrote
I grew up and we stuck to a code violate and
Snatch your ass up by the throat and beat your ass to a pulp

Been to prison, beat drug addiction and wasted time
Stunted my growth, but I'm in it to win it's dinner time
Lifestyle of living crime
Do me dirt all by me lonely

Look here, we got to shine
Split the lick up with me homies
I'm at your dome piece, baby
Split your thinking cap

Now you the prey so what you think of that
It's every day I think of Pat
I would do anything to bring him back
That day I turned into a maniac

You can't adapt
We built different on the side of the tracks
This my victory lap
Time to kick my feet up, relax

We can leave it at that
Just watch how I beat up the track
Baby, clean up your act
Shit messy when you in need of a bag

You know it's rough out here
We just trying to survive
Rubbing nickels and dimes together for our piece of the pie
To those who spent their life bullshitting, trying to get high

There once was a time I was in your shoes, but look at me now
Quit the cap
You don't really want the smoke
Spare your lungs, bruh

You know you gonna choke the realest shit I ever wrote
I grew up and we stuck to a code violate and
Snatch your ass up by the throat and beat your ass to a pulp