Mic check
What you need to understand before you worried about
Who I'm tryna sound like
Or what trend I'm hoppin on
Is that I don't respect anybody
Lano

Nah this ain’t another trap beat
Member I was bussin off of scraps
Feel like last week
I’m finally gettin rap money
Puerto Rican, won’t listen to Bad Bunny
Don’t ask me
I’m quite the Scholar so I gotta go classy
Feel like It Was Written
Ain’t no doubt the flow ""nasty""
Chasin attention, had to let her roll past me
What’s the sense of holdin onto somethin that won’t last me?
Mary Kate, Ashley, same old same
My ex boxed, I don’t play those games
Like it or not you at the bottom
Still complainin but you can’t grow wings
Talk a lot but don’t create no change
I won’t say no names
Used to be you had to sling cocaine to have a voice
Most of these hustlers felt they ain’t have a choice
Life’ll knock you out cold
Single parent household
Dawg was really trappin out in Largo with his mouth gold
Who am I to sneer at those that have no direction?
Forced to live they life like it was natural selection
Survival of the fittest, know them guys’ll push the limits
Have you transcending ya body on some astral projection
Correction, forget about the pastor or the reverend
Truth is hidden from you cause you mask your reflection
Made in the image of the Most High
Line was drawn in the sand, some are playin both sides
Some are takin boat rides, I prefer to tread the waves
Take the dirt to make a man, create the earth in 7 days
You could hate, but still can’t imitate the Genesis
Have patience with my nemesis, he led astray
And let us pray

Everybody please bow ya heads
Bow ya heads please
Holy weapon if they test me
Then I might just let it spray
Let it spray
Let it, grrrt
In Jesus name, amen

And it don’t stop,
23, but they hit em with that 4-5
I had a dream I was snatchin up the whole block
I got Wxnder on the beat you know it’s gon knock
Aye what it sound like? It’s a classic
What they doin for a spot? It’s gettin drastic
Men wit painted nails, the women is plastic
BBL’s got em choosin like a draft pick
And yo opinion? Never asked for it
Talkin all that whoopty whoop I’m hittin fast forward
You talkin money but ain’t nothin in the cash drawer
That ain’t the only thing you jokers get a pass for
I swear
Haters mad cause I made a bag
They don’t know what I’m made of word to Mada Ave
I rep the gang, won’t ever wave the flag
NYC to FLA I’m here state the facts
Them lil gimmicks we ain’t feelin that
Yeah you wanna play the villain, but let’s kill the act
Devil tried to break us, but we still intact
Everybody turn your neighbor and say “the real is back”

The real is back
Wxnder Y on the beat
Yall already know what time it is man
Finna take yall back to the mixtape era
Slide with me to the east coast, real quick
Lano