[Verse 1] 
Everything is lame if you dont get it twisted ,
So grab your microphone and change shit to weired.
And your telling me shit that you are keeping it real.
The life is trife, you gots to make it more real.
You can never catch me coming upon the scene.
And I am spitting bout the life what I have already seen.
You can’t fade me coz all the facts are true,
Neva switch the lane ya keeping, coz it aint a clue.
Just light it up if you wanna rep my clique
Get em skanless bitches bow down is the technique.
We passing a blunt like a mic in the cypher.
When it comes to deep thoughts it makes me like a diver.
But the shit gets real when I get on the mic,
It’s kinda trippin and the pure state of mind.
Do or die tryin is the way we keeping
Come on spit a rhyme and just keep it kicking.
[Verse two] 
Check my second verse, it’s on and I am popping.
I am plotting an uprising in a single bar I am dropping.
This is universal, there is no exception-
Living for the cash has become an extreme perfection.
Just wondering why these chumps like being the quitters.
Prefer being the losers rather than being the winners.
Try to keep up with the heat unless you  get choked.
The spot is getting hot you may be found wicked poked.
I don’t fuck with your rap game don’t act a real playa
You claim to be getting props, you better do ya prayer.
This aint a diss song , just what spinning through my dome.
Equipped with these rhymes like I was holdin a chrome
We be bustin shit like this till the day we drop
You betta use a slug If you wanna make us stop.
We  rockin on this beat to make it clear. 
Everything is fake you gots to make it real.


ChiaMc