verse 1
simba need to find better friends
ya a lot of shit change for a Vatican
made the mixtape not for a listener
just for myself and the drugs that I dabble in
ya seed fertilize
mom hear that and she prolly feel mortified
DUI license uncertified
put her in drive live life on the borderline
ya know it's real
when shit get you harder than most of you ever been
ya know it's real
when shit get you harder than HOV doing lettermen
shows aint even come close down on Henderson
another track for a tape that I'll make
no lie I'ma go spit it like I'ma veteran
oh you thinking I be done with it now
boy I just started having fun with it now
moment that change I be done then I'm out
nothing is the same when you come for the crown
I'ma write till I die I'ma write till I die
had to say it twice for the boys back home
who don't know what I plan for the life that I live
they don't know I'ma man who gon play till I win
then get bored with it

pre-chorus
I'm not excited but fuck it my nights just begun
I'm not invited but fuck it I'll show up for fun

chorus
who the realest in the game right
one time for the king right now
another one for the kids that I know
one more for the fam back home
know ya real when you fuck with yourself
vatican all me no help
simba gon write till I die
write for a life with a track on the shelf (x2)

verse 2
who hot who not who preppin their tape for a drop
who getting slept on like Tom with his cots on Edison shit
Chris in the kitch make venison shit for ya mehican kid
Susan send 300 cash
with a thank you not for some shit from the past
hit up House get the pills in the bag
flip it fast if I'm gon make it back
see Chris tweet dolla bill
everytime he snort xan or an add
sad but a fact
rapping with Zack
prolly think he killed it
who am I to go and deny him of that
ya meanwhile everyone these days wanna freestyle from me
spit it bluntly
tell em play pound cake ask why cuz the beat sound lovely
feels like I just dropped bout a quarter rack
on a new mic 40 line ya I hope it last
2 jobs should effect how I do in class
but my stat grade's up you can do the math
ya studio like a habitat
think about 80 times now that I ran it back
simba go to work like a maniac man
so you finally understand all I do is rap

pre-chorus
I'm not excited but fuck it my nights just begun
I'm not invited but fuck it I'll show up for fun

chorus
who the realest in the game right
one time for the king right now
another one for the kids that I know
one more for the fam back home
know ya real when you fuck with yourself
vatican all me no help
simba gon write till I die
write for a life with a track on the shelf (x2)