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letra de what's real - maximilian500

verse 1:[maximilian]
you lookin’ at the face (of what?) face of the age of excellence
double meanings & wordplay so chose your preference
and either way im earning double life sentences
and even then it’s evident that i’ll remain relevant
i traded nikes and hoops for mics and booths
visualized rhymes giving sights to youth
the early 90’s old said, “he nice, yeah he the truth”
only abuse tracks don’t use knives or shoots
i -ss-kick this rap sh-t, corpse in the casket
style’s homicidal only way i cut cl-ssics
friends cut cl-sses to drop blunt ashes
but i only fly when pen and paper clashes
so why humble when i’m better then the rest of them?
they take they songs and be injecting them with estrogen
so someone eject these rejects
and how dare they step to thee best, when they know that he’s next
you in the presence of a p-b-scent legend
dude sweating cause his betty be beggin me for a mention
ex’s second guessing, never stressing cause i’m..
spillin out the soul while you peasants get the steppin

hook:
but that’s just how the life goes
suns up it’s the studio and then the night show
and you’ll never catch me braggin how the ice cold or nice gold
cause i ride my own tidals and i put that on the bible
..put that on the bible.. so turn the lights low.. and put up the white smoke

verse 2:[maximilian]
and all we know is…. dead presidents to cashmere thoughts
teenage menaces that’s what the cashier thought
she prejudice, questioned us and showed us where the exit is
but how can you blame her? cause some kids out here..
will put leads to the heads of the feds for bread
scramble ya eggs and bring home the bacon
break-fast they takin ya monthly making
when gats start spraying even pagans start praying
so red rum red rum call the reverend
a snitch get split so we never said ‘nun
cause when it comes down and boils stay loyal
them burb boys will stay silent til the soil
no silver spoons, no toys for free
and congratulate my mother never spoiled me
and now we blowing up like our oil fees
but stay grounded, loyalty over royalty.. bruh

(hook)

- maximilian500

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