Lyrics Real - Xenial

Real

I was born to kill mics/
Going off like Tyson/
With a arrow that’s guiding me/
Tryna be the flyest in the game like a bison/
Mastering elements tryna just guide people to listen common sense/
Never on Sokka shit/
People be tripping me up/
Saying that I don’t got tools to make it/
I’m not convinced/
Imagine me wrecking these stages and killing off haters like I’m in the matrix/
And they flipping pages to see how I tick/
To throw me off my game I guess I’m the shit/
Now people eyeing me
Saying they proud of me/
Where was that energy when I was on a knee/
Shut out like Colin but now I’m just balling
Never giving fucks I ran out of all it/
Fuck it/
Imma just do what I do/
Doing everything I can to come up with the crew/
Now a nigga been revived for like 3 times/
What I mean 4 forgot this name why/
Does everybody try to give hate/
When I try to show love/
Make shit to relate/
But instead nobody want me hitting the plate/
So they leavin me scraps tryna tell me my fate/
Tryna be the one on the scene now/
But instead pressure got me feeling all senile/
Travel back to when I would put the heat down/
Body every bag of tracks go over 3 thou plus 6/
So who scouting me/
Cause I’m killin everything/
Cause I’m bound to be/
A young kid with a better salary/
And laughing at anybody out there doubting me/
And that’s real/