None Realer

[Produced By Skytzo Beats] [Intro – Acie High] Oh, you’re just gonna ignore it? You act like you can’t see it What, because we real? Because we real? [Hook – Acie High][x2] On god, ain’t nobody realer On god, ain’t nobody realer I swear to god ain’t nobody realer Hate to swear to god but he know ain’t nobody realer [Verse 1 – Acie High] I steps up in that thing like bitch what Yeah I’m the truth, and you’s a lie Killing off all fuck boys, I make them hoes commit suicide You say you be switching it up But I see the same shit, you need new supplies You bought a bottle, and a section But you poor pimping, do or die Old ugly ass nigga, old bullshit ass nigga Old coward ass nigga, old sweet and sour ass nigga And bro I know you be on my gram Tryna peep my scene, but don’t hide the shit Cause after your chick jump of a ping She gon spill her beans on you, riding dick Boys be saying they straight underground Then I see em being slick, tryna go mainstream Hood niggas say they move that dope But be out selling rocks to the same damn fiends You niggas ain’t got no hoes You with the same damn chick on the same damn scene Running around bragging about clothes That’s why I walk around in the same damn thing Fuck with me though, but you can’t fuck with me though Switch it up, never be stuck with the flow Save up, in the wind your bucks finna blow Fly niggas better get your ducks in a row And, I swear to god If Drake got rappers sanging for wealth Then Acie High gon have these niggas hanging themselves [Hook][x2] [Verse 2 – Priceless] I inhale marijuana smoke in my lungs Blows it out and I speaks my mind All I see is homo shit, and all I hear is weak ass rhymes K I get it my nigga, you rich We all know that you cashing out All I see is weave head chicks Thirsting hard with their asses out A nigga pull up with the lambo doors She all on me, tryna seek em out Don’t know if he married with a bunch of kids And don’t care if his car is leased or not She bopped out, she thought heels Call that there hot wheels He hopped out, she got chills I show hate, by god kill New Jesus piece with the crucifix That’s how we die, just plain sad It’s like Dame, showing the leader’s remains After that plane crash Versace, Versace, Versace Am I the only one that knows he claims fag? Niggas don’t box no more Just get with a clique and wave a bunch of gang flags Or shoot a nigga cause he lost a fight He fucked his bitch, yeah he tossed his wife But why you getting all mad and shit? Thought you were living a boss’s life We all bit the apple like Eve Siri backwards spells iris It ain’t a coincidence They chose Atlanta for the Ebola virus [Hook][x2]