Baeja Vu - Unreal lyrics

[Verse-1] Batter up My fastball's been covered with Tobasco I'm coming with the hot sauce Gunning for you a**holes Art blog heartthrob Of course your jaws drop when my drawers drop, ma Spit these sixteen bars terrific k** it w/ the witty pretty city girls Dizzy world, no doubt Look around town my sounds been found We bout to bounce now - I'm going in for a penny & a motherf**ing pound Heady in my SnapBack feet up off the ground Prom king put your corsage courtside While we listen to bizarre ride by the pharcyde Only thing better than spitting these tough beast Is the second coming off the rough beast Write a letter dear Jesus I can't believe this motherf**er outta queens He can't be real [Hook] Since I been on the come up sh**s been going down Heady in my SnapBack Feet up off the ground Lady wanna chill, we red paint the town Motherf**ers like He can't be real Since I been on the come up sh**s been going down Mostly known for that stone cold sound In for a penny and a motherf**in pound Motherf**ers like He can't be real [Verse-2] Yo so As I've been told before That when I begin to blow my cold flow It's oh so incredible never been better Wetter than the water in an elephants trunk, I'm just a devilish trunk These aren't your average bad habits Matter of fact a**ault and flattery's gotta be number 1 2s that I'm bittersweet 3s can't sleep 4s that I'm sore if you talk about my family Get you screamin like a banshee Damn b, can't we all get along? No chance So if you wanna scrap come by Throw your punch wide We'll be done with that, run it back No remorse of course, I'm straight savage "He can't be real" [Hook] Since I been on the come up sh**s been going down Heady in my SnapBack Feet up off the ground Lady wanna chill, we red paint the town Motherf**ers like He can't be real Since I been on the come up sh**s been going down Mostly known for that stone cold sound In for a penny and a motherf**in pound Motherf**ers like He can't be real [Verse-3] Inquisitive mind's been given unlimited time To finish a primitive rhyme Don't be surprised that I'm gifted to my mixing pills Vixen pink drink spills Prescription paink**ers for your slowed down feel Native abyss my mistress sips indifferent to the daily bullsh** so I can live Basic b**hes who got a problem with my disposition I don't give a f**, your outside the competition And if you don't believe the hype You're lucky that were lovers not the brawling type Complications prevent me from being my best me So don't test me I'm testy Sundays beside yourself saying "Oh Lord, he can't be real" [Hook] Since I been on the come up sh**s been going down Heady in my SnapBack Feet up off the ground Lady wanna chill, we red paint the town Motherf**ers like He can't be real Since I been on the come up sh**s been going down Mostly known for that stone cold sound In for a penny and a motherf**in pound Motherf**ers like He can't be real