Lyrics

[Chorus] I take pack to the lung, kill the stress to the head (Kill the stress to the head) I'm tryna do more for the soul, way less for the bread (Way less for the bread) Uh, yessir, uh I take pack to the lung, kill the stress to the head (Kill the stress to the head) I see the things that they do way less than they see (Way less than they see) 'Cause it's a war on the real, baby, look outside, uh A war on the real, baby, look out 'Cause it's a war on the real, baby, look outside, uh A war on the real, baby, look out 'Cause it's a war on the real, baby, look outside, uh A war on the real, baby, look out 'Cause it's a war on the real, baby, look outside, uh A war on the real, baby, look out [Verse 1] Can't be a real nigga, might get you canceled Fuck the whole system, need this shit dismantled Coppas treat a nigga like the utmost wanted Tryna rule the plot, but don't know what goes on in News got a story with a new take on me Karen out the window with the screw face on me But I know that God love me when my blunt burn Ninety-five degrees and I can't get sunburnt Wonder when your government'll make me legal Burn the whole city if I can't be equal Get off my dick, please, brat, I earned that Four Hunnid years, how you still ain't learn that? [Chorus] I take pack to the lung, kill the stress to the head (Kill the stress to the head) I'm tryna do more for the soul, way less for the bread (Way less for the bread) Uh, yessir, uh I take pack to the lung, kill the stress to the head (Kill the stress to the head) I see the things that they do way less than they see (Way less than they see) 'Cause it's a war on the real, baby, look outside, uh A war on the real, baby, look out 'Cause it's a war on the real, baby, look outside, uh A war on the real, baby, look out 'Cause it's a war on the real, baby, look outside, uh A war on the real, baby, look out 'Cause it's a war on the real, baby, look outside, uh A war on the real, baby, look out [Verse 2] Shoutout to the crackas tryna Gingerfy the genre Tell 'em free my niggas, middle finger to your honor End of days comin' down to seconds on the timer Goofy niggas, still tryna purchase that Designer 'Boutta buy a Choppa, learn to grow my own food 'Cause I don't like the look they give me in the Whole Foods And when you stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready But it ain't on me now, I'm limpin' 'cause my dick heavy But ain't shit sweet? Niggas think we thin My whole attitude on MC Ren It's my neighborhood now, bop, bop, bought that Four Hunnid years, how you still ain't caught that? [Chorus] I take pack to the lung, kill the stress to the head (Kill the stress to the head) I'm tryna do more for the soul, way less for the bread (Way less for the bread) Uh, yessir, uh I take pack to the lung, kill the stress to the head (Kill the stress to the head) I see the things that they do way less than they see (Way less than they see) 'Cause it's a war on the real, baby, look outside, uh A war on the real, baby, look out 'Cause it's a war on the real, baby, look outside, uh A war on the real, baby, look out 'Cause it's a war on the real, baby, look outside, uh A war on the real, baby, look out 'Cause it's a war on the real, baby, look outside, uh A war on the real, baby, look out