Real

[Verse: CB] My pedigrees a combination of these Hustlers and brothers who live in royalty Who's only motivation was moving the masses orally So know it ain't no joke when I'm saying they wanting more of me Orchestrating strings to move these puppets to these chords Or more or less Order boxes of these corpses to your dorm Take your norm, shove up your back door then run the score I've been Living on other planes Meditating a different lane To take a rapper down make em realize that we are not the same (I'm a martian) Singing praises of bringing accolades And acting like this cabarets the garden when I hit the stage Former captain of a squad of lames But whats a leader who can't make a weak link into a diamond chain And you can't move with these shackles inside your tabernacle No competition no more put that on caps of Snapples I snap an average rap to you its like I run a lap before the starter took the gun and aim at your cataracts nigga I pop acne with more talent than you So what's a king to entertaining a fool Whats the basis of correlating to niggas who's motivation is you It's one spot on the stool now tell me what u gone do That's the real Running through the streets spectating taught me way more than your local educator And I'mma get my cake up tell em lace up ain't no time for bench Cause the press is applying pressure calling out these pretenders Ain't no casting y'all How you say you claim to ball and have no stacks involved But quick to say your racks is tall I tackle topics topple y'all Still got time to grapple Gods I consummate a track in a holy matrimony Spit and turn a trial to a testimony And the real x3