Yeah, hahaha Young Reela, baby You know what it is Hahaha Yeah, man I'm in the booth, man, it's an ongoing slaughter Workin' hard and I'm writin' like a hard-working author Stress and pain's the emotions that I go through This ain't real [?] I laugh and say, "I told you" I ain't going nowhere, [?] swallow my pride Adjusting in my feelings, man, man, I ain't gon' hide I never felt quite like this before I knew a hit was gon' happen like this, you know I contemplated and elevated my [?] Realer [?] got everybody singin' it Because I'm on a race [?] I'm on it now, I'm with no dile He really loves you? Yeah, that's what he say I turn him to your ex-man, huh, Jean Grey Tell him, "Get lost" in a mean way Never leapin' to success, man, no Green Day You see me, I'm on a high rise Like Curry said, I'm sky high My high, man, they wanna give me a mug I'm so high up, 'bout to give a comet a hug I'm a dawg though, chillin' with my cats Well, y'all about the chase, but none of 'em is rats They keep it one hundred, do what they gotta do And make wonderful music when they jump in the stu' I'm feelin' like a black republican I'm tumblin' and bubblin', I'm manglin' the money And you got comin' in, I level it, I'm lovin' it, you lose money You gon' fumble in, I'm bucklin', you sniffin' in, I'm stuffin' it In my safe or in my wallet I got 'em hypnotized, R.I.P. to Chris Wallace No colors with the [?] Curry, go get 'em, man, hahaha Yee, Curry 'bout to flow like Aquarius Shit, I'm blowin' up, you could call my ass a terrorist A Taliban, my flow scary like the ring Snap like a pregnant bitch with mood swings No Bun B but I'm the underground king Still grippin' grain, I got [?] nigga dreams Snap at me, you know I'm 'bout to snap back And I'm the hot shit like Satan's asscrack Most of these niggas really really can't talk And I run this game like a fuckin' Xbox I ain't CeeLo Green but homie, fuck you And Curry's the real one like the 2 Live Crew Yes, little nigga, I'm ballin' like a piston I got wasted dreams, he got kush visions Rollercoaster shit, got a writer ambition And let her hear the pause like a short intermission This is Chevy music in the lanes that you switchin' Nigga, I'm good like Popeye's chicken Me and the real yay, you know we go hard And I'ma ride out like a fuckin' bust car, yee Even when the sun goes down Heroes eventually die, horoscopes often lie And sometimes why nothin' is for sure, nothin' is for certain Nothin' last forever until you close the curtain It's him and I, Aquemini It's him and I, Aquemini, yee