As real as a seven dollar bill
You always had your wallet and stomach filled
You don’t have what it takes to kill
You haven’t been thru any bad times
You’ve filled your own head with lies
You try and spit reality but end up with your tung tied
You’ve never even seen a night thru a bums eye
The only problems you been thru are the ones of a dumb guy
Full of mixed emotions and claims to give hip hop his devotion.

What you need to do
Is stop trying to be true
And actually do what u say you do
Your life has been so sweet why are u so sour
I bet I can hear your bullshit storie in under an hour
That’s what you can be summarized to
You let your peers life’s and actions customized you
You are the perfect puppet
Your life is a disguise and u can’t drop it

It hurts me seeing you try to match stylo’s
Your softer that both of my pillows
Better yet, your softer than a pillow pet
And I haven’t even felt one yet

I have nothing against you,
Shit I know I secretly mentor you.
But there’s a big gap
In teaching you,and what you do.
I don’t even know what to call that..

Poser, follower, or just a copy cat?
But what whole I do with that?
Nothin in fact,
That’s why I sit back
And watch you be whack
You can try an rap
But I’ll ignore your crap
While im with the goons in the trap.
Your at ur crib choking ur chicken
Or rapping about how badly ur tripping
When ur as sober as 3 year old that just turned a year older
Nigga get of my shoulder
But it not the first ur botch comes tome asking to holder
An she’s not the only one
You living it life as the lonely one
I love girls cuz there always dumb on the long run
And I just laugh as they pick the rong one.

If truth works, there’s no line you’ve comfortably said..
And if the truth hurst, your probably dead…