Real Piece

I'm a real piece
I'm a real piece, you ain't got the sauce
So you nothing like me
I'm a real piece I'm a real piece
Throw up the deuces I'm Blowey the V
I'm a real piece I'm a real piece
You ain't got the sauce
So you nothing like me
I'm a real piece I'm a real piece
Get out of the kitchen
You can't take this heat

I know they not understanding me
I had a plan, this is where I'd be
This for the ones that had doubted me
Now coming through like they proud of me

Like, what is you crazy, switch sides like Vegeta
My flow is so cold, got them calling me Frieza
Can't run on the track with your raggedy sneakers
My foot up their ass when they asking for features

Buddy, I'm a force to be reckoned
So out of the box so they never be checking
These white girls come up
Try to make an impression
But I ain't pursuing unless she part Mexican

Fuego eyebrows, spicy mamas
Hot and sweaty like we in a sauna
Just the tip, they don't like the condoms
Tienes dinero, pero no hay nada

Cause I'm a real piece
I'm a real piece, you ain't got the sauce
So you nothing like me
I'm a real piece I'm a real piece
Throw up the deuces I'm Blowey the V
I'm a real piece I'm a real piece
You ain't got the sauce
So you nothing like me
I'm a real piece I'm a real piece
Get out of the kitchen
You can't take this heat

I snap and I show it these dudes is on blast
High price on the oil, I still have the gas
I'm an honor mention with a bad intention
Who lost connection to a bunch of tension

But that connection turned to obsession
Where the fuck can I get progression
It cycles and circles but I'm always moving
I got substance but I don't abuse it

She lets me hit, says to bruise it
Madagascar ass, she like to move it, move it
But the way she do's it, she just wants to prove it
Don't need a man but she scared to lose him

On that scumbag shit, put up a front
So many walls like her last name was Trump
Girl you won half the battle and size of your rump
Don't need no one extra, I do my own stunts

Cause I'm a real piece, my class is gone
Type of dude to hit on your mom
Type of dude who always has beef
He never closes toilet seats

The type of guy who gropes on all women
Says that white privilege is non existent
A rat piece of shit
He's staying on top, putting these dudes right on the spot

How you quit a show, go fuck us with no rubber
Leave us for a chick old enough to be our mother
Or how about the album that was never in the making
Said beyond pissed, had you pissing like a baby
Where's the holy bag for the dirty laundry

Talking With Joes, turned to dammit Bonnie
See I got some jokes, laugh till they're dead
One step ahead, not like Luis's legs
See I'm bent, I'm spent, eaten by a shark

Not feeling well, I should hit up Mr. Stark
Go avenge my boys who were all ridiculed
By the same motherfuckers who were stuck living high school
I'm not about hood shit, my ghetto is a suburb

Shooting up schools over shooting up others
But we never stop moving, we don't even buffer
In a game full of shit, I'm the goddamn plumber



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Writer(s): Jamesmikel Abobo
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