Say What's Real.

Why do I feel so alone? Like everybody passing through the studio is in character

As if he acting out a movie role

Talking bullshit as if it was for you to know

And I don’t have the heart to give these bitch niggaz the cue to go

So they stick around , kicking out feedback

And I entertain it is if I need that

  I had a talk with my uncle and he agreed that

My privacy about the only thing I need back

But, It’s hard thinkin in polite flows

When Stephano Polato suits are your night clothes

And Jordan sweat suits are you flight clothes

And you still make it even when they say your flight close

Eyes hurting from the camera phone light shows

Life was so full, now the shit just been lypo’d

Always said I’ll say it all on the right track

But in this game you only lose when you fight back

Black diamond bracelets, showing you the basics

I can’t live and hold the camera someone got to tape this

I make hits and like a bitch that’s married, I ain’t miss

24 hours from greatness, I’m that close

Don’t ever forget the moment you began to doubt

Transitioning from fitting in to standing out

Los Angeles, Cabanas, or Atlanta South

Watch Hov’s show, embarrassed to pull my camera out

And my mother embarrassed to pull my Phantom out

So I park about 5 houses down

She say I shouldn’t have it until I have the crown

But I don’t want to feel the need to wear disguises around

So she wonders where my mind is, account’s in the minus

And yet I role around the fucking city like ya highness

Got niggaz reacting without a sinus

Cause what I’m working with is timeless

And promoters trying to get me out to they club

And say I have fun, but I can’t imagine how Cause I just see my ex girl, standing with my next girl, standing with the girl that I’m fucking right now

And shit can get weird, unless they all down

And so I stay clear, we from a small town

And everybody talks, and everybody listen And somehow the truth just always comes up missing

I’ve always been something that these labels can’t buy

Especially if they trying to take a piece of my soul

And Silvia be telling Taz damn Drake fly

And he just be like silly motherfucker I know

That was your bad, how can you pass up on ‘em

He just take them records and he gas up on ‘em

Wayne would probably put a million cash up on ‘em

Surprised no one ever put your ass up on ‘em

Oh they did Po, at least they tried to

And that’s what happen when you spitting what inside you

But slip up and shoot the wrong fucking video

And they think they can market you however they decide to

Nah, before they told me to ‘do me’

And don’t listen to anybody that knew me

Cause to have known me, would mean that there’s a new me

And if you think I changed in the slightest could have fooled me

Boy, and to my city I’m the Two Three

Drug dealers live, vicariously through me

I quit school and it’s not because I’m lazy

I’m just not the social type and campus life is crazy

Understand, I could get money with my eyes closed

Lost some of my hottest verses down in Cabo

So If you find a blackberry with the side scroll

Sell that motherfucker to any rapper that I know

Cause they need it much more than I ever will

I got new shit, I’m getting better still

Little niggaz put my name in they verses

Cause they girlfriend put my ass on a pedestal

Future said cause it’s Ye shit you better kill

And I think this got that making of a legend feel

Problem with these other niggaz they ain’t never real

Yea, it’s all I can say 

-Aubrey Graham