[Verse 1: Malik Ninety Five]
Momma said I'm running rapid, I'm just taking chances
Got my foot up on the gas so ain't no time for questions
Been so hip to the game, wonder how I'm finessing
So stop stressing on the king man the reign coming
I go to hustle so the ring and the chain flooded
Know n***as that'd k** for that, leave the scene bloody
Sad game, gotta bring back the time when I was spittin' just to listen bring it back and rewind
Now I want it all, gotta shine
Cradle to the grave is where I die for mine
Truth be told I'm down to ride
When I touch the mic it's like a homicide
Tell your girl we up, she better fall in line
Try to hate on me, you better grab your dime
If you getting money gotta throw something out
And if you not n***a sit down, down, now
[Hook: Dasiaa] (2x)
Tell me what you want from me
Take a look, tell me what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is the real, it's for real
[Verse 2: Gene Stanza]
n***as using heavy ba** to cover their wack rhymes
And they lie about selling narcotics and packing 9's
Me? I'm taking a different approach
‘Cause being in this game it's easy to become a ghost
Or either go broke, but I do it for the love
Money doesn't faze me, at least not lately
The flow still crazy (you know it)
I get heavy feelings when I'm spitting like Beverly and Maze, G
Reminiscing ‘bout the days we was eight deep
In the grey Jeep, spitting rhymes over great beats
In the studio it's fire, I create heat
I was poor as f**, first time rocking Dre Beats
Now I spend my time fulfilling the prophesy
Of being the top MC, and there is no stopping me
The chances of finding a better lyricist
Is the same chances of finding the lost pyramids
[Hook: Dasiaa] (2x)
Tell me what you want from me
Take a look, tell me what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is the real, it's for real
[Verse 3: Malik Ninety Five]
I said I'm only 19, but my mind is old
And when things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Been on the road with the flows
Give and go, make you get low
Been all about a dollar like Creflo
My set go dummy all up in your spot, check when we come through
Leave you shook, have you thinking, “who can I run to?”
I never changed, got the game on lock
Been on the rock, only way I'm going out is the box
But right now, you prolly see me up in the drop
Lowkey, but two freaks, getting watch from the cops
Yeah that's the symptom, cause of being young, black and gifted
Going in on instrumentals, what up my kinfolk
Do the work and you get ghost, whatever gets dough
Trust me you don't know how I need that
No need for the feedback, I know what they want from me
Real sh**, so I'm spitting ‘til the third degree (gone)
[Hook: Dasiaa] (2x)
Tell me what you want from me
Take a look, tell me what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is the real, it's for real