Is it real
I don't know
I can't tell you how I feel
I just wanna grow my money make a mil
Without a deal
Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel
And I wonder
Is it real
I don't know
I can't tell you how I feel
I just wanna grow my money make a mil
Without a deal
Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel
And I wonder
Is it real
It all seems fake but what do I know
Seats all white like an albino
High-class rollers fashion light shows
While I sit here just writing my notes
I don't know which way I should go
The high road takes me back to my lows
Demons I got I can't fight those
But even my haters know that I'm dope
Bitch I'm portraying the dark thoughts
They know they got
I'm hearing how they talk
I'm shopping at Kmart
They buying saint Laurent
And filling up eight carts
While I'm a no name
Goddamn
Am I sick of this
I don't want a Rollie
But I wanna become rich as shit
At McDonald's tossing out a hundred Benjamin's
What's getting into me
I'm feeling different shit
She asked me if I love her
And my answer said indifferent
I ain't tripping shit
I got this music and a mission bitch
I ain't just a rapper I'm a motherf*cking musician
They said my goal is ludicrous
But I was rapping
Baby Justin Bieber, I heard Luda spit
And I had listened to it so much
I knew I could do this shit
Then as that grew off
I did rap god
Started writing
Pick em off
Snapshots
Recreating beats on my laptop
Terrible at that shit I won't cap y'all
Just built a studio in my backyard
Still spitting fire until my raps chart
They don't know the movement that is at large
But they will
And I'll be as notable as a flash card
Exploration
A mad artist
With stencils a pad markers
Can't handle his past traumas
He draws em
He's head smart
But he raps like he isn't
God it's exhausting
Tryna excel
But he has problems
And he asks always
Is it real
I don't know
I can't tell you how I feel
I just wanna grow my money make a mil
Without a deal
Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel
And I wonder
Is it real
I don't know
I can't tell you how I feel
I just wanna grow my money make a mil
Without a deal
Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel
And I wonder
Is it real
It all seems fake but what do I know
Seats all white like an albino
High-class rollers fashion light shows
While I sit here just writing my notes
I don't know which way I should go
The high road takes me back to my lows
Demons I got I can't fight those
But even my haters know that I'm dope
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Is it real
I don't know
I can't tell you how I feel
I just wanna grow my money make a mil
Without a deal
Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel
And I wonder
Is it real
I don't know
I can't tell you how I feel
I just wanna grow my money make a mil
Without a deal
Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel
And I wonder
Is it real
It all seems fake but what do I know
Seats all white like an albino
High-class rollers fashion light shows
While I sit here just writing my notes
I don't know which way I should go
The high road takes me back to my lows
Demons I got I can't fight those
But even my haters know that I'm dope
Bitch I'm portraying the dark thoughts
They know they got
I'm hearing how they talk
I'm shopping at Kmart
They buying saint Laurent
And filling up eight carts
While I'm a no name
Goddamn
Am I sick of this
I don't want a Rollie
But I wanna become rich as shit
At McDonald's tossing out a hundred Benjamin's
What's getting into me
I'm feeling different shit
She asked me if I love her
And my answer said indifferent
I ain't tripping shit
I got this music and a mission bitch
I ain't just a rapper I'm a motherf*cking musician
They said my goal is ludicrous
But I was rapping
Baby Justin Bieber, I heard Luda spit
And I had listened to it so much
I knew I could do this shit
Then as that grew off
I did rap god
Started writing
Pick em off
Snapshots
Recreating beats on my laptop
Terrible at that shit I won't cap y'all
Just built a studio in my backyard
Still spitting fire until my raps chart
They don't know the movement that is at large
But they will
And I'll be as notable as a flash card
Exploration
A mad artist
With stencils a pad markers
Can't handle his past traumas
He draws em
He's head smart
But he raps like he isn't
God it's exhausting
Tryna excel
But he has problems
And he asks always
Is it real
I don't know
I can't tell you how I feel
I just wanna grow my money make a mil
Without a deal
Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel
And I wonder
Is it real
I don't know
I can't tell you how I feel
I just wanna grow my money make a mil
Without a deal
Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel
And I wonder
Is it real
It all seems fake but what do I know
Seats all white like an albino
High-class rollers fashion light shows
While I sit here just writing my notes
I don't know which way I should go
The high road takes me back to my lows
Demons I got I can't fight those
But even my haters know that I'm dope
I don't know
I can't tell you how I feel
I just wanna grow my money make a mil
Without a deal
Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel
And I wonder
Is it real
I don't know
I can't tell you how I feel
I just wanna grow my money make a mil
Without a deal
Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel
And I wonder
Is it real
It all seems fake but what do I know
Seats all white like an albino
High-class rollers fashion light shows
While I sit here just writing my notes
I don't know which way I should go
The high road takes me back to my lows
Demons I got I can't fight those
But even my haters know that I'm dope
Bitch I'm portraying the dark thoughts
They know they got
I'm hearing how they talk
I'm shopping at Kmart
They buying saint Laurent
And filling up eight carts
While I'm a no name
Goddamn
Am I sick of this
I don't want a Rollie
But I wanna become rich as shit
At McDonald's tossing out a hundred Benjamin's
What's getting into me
I'm feeling different shit
She asked me if I love her
And my answer said indifferent
I ain't tripping shit
I got this music and a mission bitch
I ain't just a rapper I'm a motherf*cking musician
They said my goal is ludicrous
But I was rapping
Baby Justin Bieber, I heard Luda spit
And I had listened to it so much
I knew I could do this shit
Then as that grew off
I did rap god
Started writing
Pick em off
Snapshots
Recreating beats on my laptop
Terrible at that shit I won't cap y'all
Just built a studio in my backyard
Still spitting fire until my raps chart
They don't know the movement that is at large
But they will
And I'll be as notable as a flash card
Exploration
A mad artist
With stencils a pad markers
Can't handle his past traumas
He draws em
He's head smart
But he raps like he isn't
God it's exhausting
Tryna excel
But he has problems
And he asks always
Is it real
I don't know
I can't tell you how I feel
I just wanna grow my money make a mil
Without a deal
Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel
And I wonder
Is it real
I don't know
I can't tell you how I feel
I just wanna grow my money make a mil
Without a deal
Cannonball until I'm rolling like a wheel
And I wonder
Is it real
It all seems fake but what do I know
Seats all white like an albino
High-class rollers fashion light shows
While I sit here just writing my notes
I don't know which way I should go
The high road takes me back to my lows
Demons I got I can't fight those
But even my haters know that I'm dope
Writer: Donovan Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © CTSO MUSIC, CALDERWOOD, INC., O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © CTSO MUSIC, CALDERWOOD, INC., O/B/O DistroKid