Say What's Real

Why do I feel so alone? Like everybody passing through the studio Is in character as if he acting out a movie role Talking bullshit as if it was for you to know And I don't have the heart to give these bitch niggas the cue to go So they stick around kicking out feedback And I entertain it as if I need that I had a talk with my uncle and he agreed that My privacy about the only thing I need back But it's hard to think of them polite flows When Stefano Pilato suits are your night clothes And Jordan sweat suits are your flight clothes And you still make it even when they say your flight closed Eyes hurting from the camera phone light shows Life was so full, now this shit just being lipo'd Always said I'd say it all on the right track But in this game you only lose when you fight back Black diamond bracelets, showing you the basics I can't live and hold the camera, someone gotta tape this I make hits, and like a bitch that's married, I ain't miss 24 hours from greatness, I'm that close Don't ever forget the moment you began to doubt Transitioning from fitting in to standing out Los Angeles Cabanas or Atlanta South Watchin' Hov's show, embarrassed to pull my camera out And my mother embarrassed to pull my Phantom out So I park about five houses down She say I shouldn't have it until I have the crown But I don't wanna feel the need to wear disguises around So she wonder where my mind is, accounts in the minus But yet I'm rolling round the fuckin' city like your highness Got niggas reactin' without a sinus 'Cause what I'm working with is timeless And promoters tryna get me out to they club And say I have fun but I can't imagine how 'Cause I just seen my ex-girl, standing with my next girl Standing with the girl that I'm fuckin' right now And shit could get weird unless they all down And so I stay clear, we from a small town And everybody talks and everybody listen And somehow the truth just always comes up missing I've always been something that these labels can't buy Especially if they tryna take a piece of my soul And Sylvia be tellin' Tez, "Damn, Drake fly" And he just be like, "Silly motherfucker, I know That was your bad, how could you pass up on 'em? He just take them records and he gas up on 'em Wayne will probably put a million cash up on 'em Surprised no one ever put your ass up on 'em" Oh, they did, Po, at least they tried to And that's what happens when you spitting what's inside you But slip up and shoot the wrong fucking video And they think they can market you however they decide to Nah, but 40 told me to do me And don't listen to anybody that knew me 'Cause to have known me would mean that there's a new me And if you think I changed in the slightest, could've fooled me Boy, and to my city I'm the 2-3 Drug dealers live vicariously through me I quit school and it's not because I'm lazy I'm just not the social type and campus life is crazy Understand, I could get money with my eyes closed Lost some of my hottest verses down in Cabo So if you find a Blackberry with the side scroll Sell that mothafucker to any rapper that I know 'Cause they need it much more than I ever will I got new shit, I'm gettin' better still Little niggas put my name in they verses 'Cause they girlfriend put my ass on a pedestal Future said, "'Cause this Ye shit, you better kill" And I think this got this Making-of-a-Legend feel Problem with these other niggas, they ain't never real Yeah That's all I had to say