Yo Young George
'Sup Strike?
So, uh, you know, I was talking to this lady the other day, right
And uh, I guess she heard word 'round town how we get down
So she says to me, "Should I believe in the hype?"
I'm like, "Baby, hype is something that's not real. Me and my guys, we're all real."
Yeah right, so Imma need you to explain to them just how we're living on this one
Kill 'em all, let the paramedics sort 'em out
Alright, word

When you're as high as I be
You never be in a rush
Go ahead and take your time girl
The party gon' wait on us
They're waiting to pop the bottles
They're waiting to spark the dutch
See I'm the star of this movie
Without me, there ain't much
And I ain't really got the time no more, I swear
Man, I don't even know why I agreed to show up here, damn
Bunch of fake love and people who want something
So I'mma take the drugs, ignore all the talk
Nothing could ever really phase me
I'm crazy, Young Slim Shady
Deranged, don't try to play me
You'll end up under the pavement
Yo, I skipped the basics
It's intricate, there's layers
Delusions and fabrications
On pace to escape the matrix
I been elevated, fucking faded, we made it
All these rappers are actors
All their accolades are staged, shit
Like the Tin Man they're brainless
Wasting space like data that ain't been accessed in ages
Stay away from me with that fake shit

She love authentic, she love my fly
She keep on saying I'm just her type
She love expensive, champagne on ice
Girl if you're staying we could go all night

Never gave a fuck about a lame
Is this a game? Ralph McFadden is my name
Stop playing
Just spent ten G's on a fucking chain
Am I insane? Nah n**** we just in a different lane
Some things I shouldn't have to explain
Went Super Saiyan now I'm in the Air Force Hall of Fame
I feel like Carl Gallagher, it's a shame
Heart cold as ice, but you know I keep that flame
Ring ring, you on the mic with Strike
Get Ciroc with Sprite and go and catch a fight
I'm like alright
Shoutout to Caracappa, my dude is really nice
I relate to catching bodies, but y'all ain't about that life
See most of y'all are phony
My new chick just my homie
I'd rather be alone, but trust me I'm not lonely
Said I was all real like Boobie and I meant it
Like that jersey on my back, hundred p authentic

She love authentic, she love my fly
She keep on saying I'm just her type
She love expensive, champagne on ice
Girl if you're staying we could go all night

When you shoot, you're scorned
When we shoot, we scoring
I'm glad she stayed with you
I was tired of her snoring

When compared to us
Guaranteed they boring
Me and Striker two kings man
Rest in peace to Martin

Glad he had a dream
And his team was so important
Five hundred for the top and bottom set
Ralph Lauren

Two Mike Jordans
In the booth recording
Much flyer than the rest
Authentically soaring