[Verse 1: King-ISO]:
It never occurred to me how sick I am
It's only real, folks, if it's not planned
Like think, what if my strap did not jam?
I fetch 'em, many people that up in my hand
Try to kick these habits, homie, for this hip-hop, man
Feel like Tim Roth and Pac in Gridlock, man
Cats out here are trynna' leave me dead
Just to jack my plug and try to get my fans
So, Fuck luck, young blood
Like I was hit by chance
Gon' talk, won't buck with a bitch, like "Damn!"
I was homeless, no chips, no [?], like "Man!"
But I kept down bitches that'll kiss my hand
Took a chick clean record, put this gun charge on it
Niggas all on my dick, like they jump off on it
Best friend turnin' enemies, Now watch me make it
Now I'm looking at them like "Is this the fuck y'all want?"
Put the other side on, then charge a price
'Yo, gave my law, It's a bargain right
Nigga told me don't cross him, but he crossed me twice
How I've seen "Is lucky he ain't lost his life?"
We still bump heads on some awkward nights
It's a small ass world, so we're all disciples
Can't trust no nigga when you large as life
Nigga better slow down like [?] light
I'm a gangsta, nigga, What the fuck y'all mean?
Came a long way from the psycho days
Whip 'em, soon, they movin', they call me crazy
I'm watching that shit, like 'yo my life go bay
My brain be hella sick, I'm going crazy, nigga
I be thinkin' about the psych ward lately, nigga
But I finally got a real chance to make it, nigga
That's why I called Insane and said "Thanks, my nigga"
That's real
[Twisted Insane]:
And that's real
You know it's gonna be a lot of motherfuckers that try to come in
Snakes in the grass out there, homie
And they gon' try to stir shit up
You know what I mean?
But it's you
It all starts with you, homie
What do you wanna do?
Who do you wanna be?
Now why don't you figure out that?
It's all over [?] (Yeah)
And that's real
[Verse 2: King-ISO]:
I ain't half-shit, nigga, with the flows I lay
One bask in the club, Scuffs on my J's
Poppin' pills and I would smoke all day
Drinkin' liquor, call the hoes my way
I can't believe a nigga don't got strength
Fake love got thrown my way
My idols real like became my homies
Just imagine out a whole wide gang
I'm thinking to myself, "Why I puff my weed?"
I'm high, I get low when I fuck my freaks
I wake up in the morning and I brush my teeth
These niggas in the game wanna dress like me
And to think a nigga used to be on cutthroat shit
I ain't talking about space, I mean [?] shit
Now I get racks on blades when I compose shit
Them mothafuckas' can't wait until I upload shit
Success to my enemies is bitter-sweet
Speaking up, I need to hit this weed
I remember when I was in Atlanta
Spillin' cheap ass wine on Bentley seats
Niggas back home, they was mad as fuck
It just an image, now it's sad enough
I wasn't celebratin' like "Nigga, start"
I was just content without havin' none
Back in traffic, still packin' guns
Once you have a son, you quit actin' dumb
Finna tell the homeless Now havin' funds
Now I'm puttin' on, [?]
My brain be hella sick, I'm going crazy, nigga
I've been thinkin' about the psych ward lately, nigga
But I got a real chance just to make it, nigga
That's why I called Insane and said "Thanks, my nigga"
That's real
[Twisted Insane]:
You know, they say music without the Brain is soulless
I remember when I was hopeless
You know, it's funny that I'm on the fuckin' [?]
I make what I really pawn, nigga
All my idols, All the mothafuckin' tanks
I listened to when I was a kid coming up
All of them
I've done songs with them
Ain't that shit crazy, man?
And that's real
Yeah, like the mothafucka was just handlin' shit, homie
No serious bullshit, nigga
It's been a long road
'Ya know?
Now it's your road
Now it's your time
It's on you
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