Zachary Beck - Realest in the Room lyrics

[Chorus] I only speak truth, look me in my eye Let them boys talk, they all gon' lie I'm the realest n***a in the room The realest n***a in the room Your man ain't sh**, you a bad b**h Usually with me forget who you came with I'm the realest n***a in the room The realest n***a in the room [Verse 1] Everywhere that I go these n***as is tryna flow I'm sick, I already know Spit cold, abominable Yeah these n***as cheesy like they working at a dominoes I drop a sixteen on a weak beat then I gotta go And it's crazy 'cause these ladies tend to go insane She ain't from Cambridge but she came quick and gave me brain The next day another city but the same thing Now it's like a routine and I don't like it no other way She ain't know sh** about me, but that's what made it dope Gave her a disc after I gave her dick in her throat Sorry if I'm being too straight forward I made her pay for it, hugged her and thanked her for it I ain't made a mill yet but Imma get it soon Tell me something What's your story? 'Cause I'm into you I'm Futuristic we weren't properly introduced You're talking to the realest n***a in the living room [Chorus] I only speak truth, look me in my eye Let them boys talk, they all gon' lie I'm the realest n***a in the room The realest n***a in the room Your man ain't sh**, you a bad b**h Usually with me forget who you came with I'm the realest n***a in the room The realest n***a in the room [Verse 2] Come to the party, meet a n***a think that he the man Put on my jam I swear that he'd probably be a fan Little n***a, Peter Pan Writing me letters, singing Stan I got a bottle I'm popping, b**h I don't need a can My clique ain't super big, but we super big Two or three n***as in the crib looking like ten Plus a new girl I recruited who can do it too n***as look confused, another mystery like Scooby-Doo You might've proved you got a buzz where you've been living at Well people rocking us with shirts, jeans, shorts, and fitted caps You're in the trap, picture that Oh God your image wack Get the facts, spitting raps in real life, I'm living that Thanks for the compliments but I ain't gon' give 'em back Only a couple dudes making hits like a tennis match Rachet a** rappers moving fast until you fricking crash I'm living how I get it, you spend it before you get the cash, dumba** [Chorus] I only speak truth, look me in my eye Let them boys talk, they all gon' lie I'm the realest n***a in the room The realest n***a in the room Your man ain't sh**, you a bad b**h Usually with me forget who you came with I'm the realest n***a in the room The realest n***a in the room