Priceless (of Aqualeo) - None Realer lyrics

[Produced By Skytzo Beats] [Intro – Acie High] Oh, you're just gonna ignore it? You act like you can't see it What, because we real? Because we real? [Hook – Acie High][x2] On god, ain't nobody realer On god, ain't nobody realer I swear to god ain't nobody realer Hate to swear to god but he know ain't nobody realer [Verse 1 – Acie High] I steps up in that thing like b**h what Yeah I'm the truth, and you's a lie k**ing off all f** boys, I make them hoes commit suicide You say you be switching it up But I see the same sh**, you need new supplies You bought a bottle, and a section But you poor pimping, do or die Old ugly a** n***a, old bullsh** a** n***a Old coward a** n***a, old sweet and sour a** n***a And bro I know you be on my gram Tryna peep my scene, but don't hide the sh** Cause after your chick jump of a ping She gon spill her beans on you, riding dick Boys be saying they straight underground Then I see em being slick, tryna go mainstream Hood n***as say they move that dope But be out selling rocks to the same damn fiends You n***as ain't got no hoes You with the same damn chick on the same damn scene Running around bragging about clothes That's why I walk around in the same damn thing f** with me though, but you can't f** with me though Switch it up, never be stuck with the flow Save up, in the wind your bucks finna blow Fly n***as better get your ducks in a row And, I swear to god If Drake got rappers sanging for wealth Then Acie High gon have these n***as hanging themselves [Hook][x2] [Verse 2 – Priceless] I inhale marijuana smoke in my lungs Blows it out and I speaks my mind All I see is h*mo sh**, and all I hear is weak a** rhymes K I get it my n***a, you rich We all know that you cashing out All I see is weave head chicks Thirsting hard with their a**es out A n***a pull up with the lambo doors She all on me, tryna seek em out Don't know if he married with a bunch of kids And don't care if his car is leased or not She bopped out, she thought heels Call that there hot wheels He hopped out, she got chills I show hate, by god k** New Jesus piece with the crucifix That's how we die, just plain sad It's like Dame, showing the leader's remains After that plane crash Versace, Versace, Versace Am I the only one that knows he claims f*g? n***as don't box no more Just get with a clique and wave a bunch of gang flags Or shoot a n***a cause he lost a fight He f**ed his b**h, yeah he tossed his wife But why you getting all mad and sh**? Thought you were living a boss's life We all bit the apple like Eve Siri backwards spells iris It ain't a coincidence They chose Atlanta for the Ebola virus [Hook][x2]