Shit Got Real

Verse 1 (Infinite): Tongue slicker than Castro Syntex check the index gun cache a bank of bullets I invest in vests f*ck with fam only like incest break thin necks like pen techs an open letter size ten text 5 bitches that's 10 breasts been blessed leaving men stressed style cramped shoulda been stretched she crept thru bitch coulda got the kids dressed who pressed I coulda been flexed mic check I check boxes making check deposits necklace polished I promise being the best's an honor a jargon jeffery dhamer unicorn killer or unibomber carry heavy karma help em come up motivate the youth while fucking every mama niggas die become a martyr turn his fitted like a starter you won't dodge it.. giving hell to cats like a charger black tape around the handle and the trigger handle any nigga bring a group dismantle every member my blood type is December fiends puff pipes and remember rolling up spliffs in a lift with a tender knock her down (Timber) if we all ball that's a common wealth like Virginia I step back let UCONN niggas like Kimba I got juice like smoothies in the blender ice chewy looking boushie In my splendor lit loosie In jacuzzis eating dinner they confused you with the winners but you truly a beginner Chorus (Infinite): It be so hot we need mo ice.. Rocks like cave men incino life Get 6 with 45 fast like 3 thrown dice.. ya bitch been gone for 3 whole nights.. Shit got real.. but she's alright .. I think she only hit the pre roll twice We seen you stalking through the peep hole (yikes) .. We seen you stalking through the peep hole (YIKES) Verse 2 (Infinite): Conscious dreams been to hell and back Constantine rebel without a cause for no reason I conquer things chronic clouds chief a loud pound can't hear when my conscience screams triple beams via Iran contra schemes illegal D triple teams complex lines vs a simple meme your class is clown like obnoxious teens knock a piece off a square he isosceles give him a constant lean and my daily grind like a clock it seems killing concoction cocked in jeans u touch something that's hot it stings dread kick it like he play in Jamaican soccer leagues when words pour I can't stop to breath cool nigga passing who caught the breeze live movie my life like a constant scene really fly u hang from props and string I observe from a spot for kings weed funky like rotten beans ruthless got rockets with beams ducking Rockford files serve rock to fiends Sam rothstein top dollar clean let off some steam u hear awkward screams from awful things a angel with air upon his wings blitz like a monster green watch ya queen fore I boombaclat break her off with that proper peen paper like a Xerox machine the money counter beep when it stop ch-ching That's chicken like Gus Fring looking down while earthly women look up like bust king.. I was good when my patna told me that one thing.. (Hook repeats)