I’m Really That!

Lyrics

[Verse] Fuck your list, your opinion ain't shit Shit poppin' from a podcast'll get your ass hit When you're fuckin' with a Park nigga paintin' timeless pictures I should give 'em to an art dealer instead of these DSPs I get about four dollars for every thousand streams, let's see Um, lemme do the math, tsk, okay, I got it For every million, I get about four thousand dollars The ones that make the machine the ones that's makin' the green And if I ask for a raise, then I'm makin' a scene The nice way didn't work, now I'm makin' 'em bleed Walkin' in marketin' offices Turnin' every one of y'all into some carcasses, 'cause honestly, I'm off of it Accumulated all these fans and I ain't know how to get 'em It's like I'm dancin' with the devil to the algorithm So be careful when you tell a nigga I'm not poppin' When I'm at the range every day and I just went Glock shoppin' See, I'm not a nigga that's all into these analytics I just know how to pen it better than any soul breathin' Ho please, let's stop pretendin', actin' like I'm not the illest Dr. Dre grew my prescription, really, you ain't got to listen On LA, I'm really that South Central quarterback If you try to blitz, I'm throwin' bullets out the cul-de-sac Niggas on Fig'll split your wig, niggas on Broadway get it the hard way Niggas on Main do they thang, on the Pedro they get lethal Goin' down Avalon, you really have to have a bond With the gang that rock the halo, if not, you out your mind El Segundo Boulevard, gang tats, bullet scars Tears for my dead homies, free my dawgs behind the wall Physically, I never been to prison Mentally, I'm servin' sentences within the system We was dodgin' agents, just like The Matrix But the red or blue pill was red or blue laces, LA shit We out in Vegas fuckin' all kinda hoes Makin' bitches squirt like the fountains at Bellagio Throw seven on the dice, I'm comin' out hot How can I not? Bet it all on black at the roulette table smellin' like Baccarat Copped a chain, copped a watch Copped a coupe, didn't need this shit just to pop a thot Paid for that bitch body and that big body She flew right back home and sucked my dick sloppy Top me off like a bartender, lick the gooch And the balls, got the dog in him, so I'm doggin' 'em You think I'm callin' 'em back? Bitch, I'm all into rap Flow like where the Rams play, so fi' Passport stamped up, I'm like, "Fuck a co-sign" Been around the world, now it's time the world know my Name, Quincey White in them bright lights Center stage, crowd surfin', but a nigga been had a wave I remember days we had nothin' Shit was quiet for us, hear the rumblin' in my stomach Sleepin' in the car, shittin', pissin' with the dogs Still I didn't quit, I had a vision I would ball Even as a little kid, I always knew I had a gift Never had a Christmas tree, I thought Santa was a myth No reindeer, no sleighs flyin' through the slums Just pain here, teen slain, dyin' from a gun Shots rang out, the cops came out When paramedics pump your chest, ain't nothin' to pray 'bout Your mama cryin', news reportin' live Heaven gained another angel in the sky The choir sang out, memories fade out