Be Realistic

You don't have to believe me, dude

Refuted it, when I executed it you seemed confused

The proof is in the cream I brew in the VIP

Mira, but you can't see my dudes, you looked

Shit, but you can't see my view

Ain't the one in the sky, it's me, the sun peeking through

Sittin' between CC's, eyes is deeper blue

With a green hue of what the green do

Reefer make 'em see-through all the bullshit, free from bull

Follow through with it, lucrative with the schemes I drew

You looking sick, need y'all soup, need y'all fix

Need y'all to dip out like, biatch, move

Even when they leave don't wanna see y'all soon

They leeches, they eat when you bleed, they grew

They feed off your peace of mind, what you keepin' too

Want every little piece of you

But he can't do what we can do, he bit off a piece he can't chew

These ideas was conceived as a seed I knew

In my mom's belly I grew, then I brew

Different breed, even with the missing teeth I'm smooth

All the butter pecans wanna be my boo

So tell me, mami, you wanna see my moves?

Huh, just throw on a little Celia Cruz

Go on, tell her my celly and scoop

Too many to choose from

Since peanut butter jelly's a youth

Had too many flows, I had melodies too

Just ain't blew yet 'cause I ain't sellin' my soul

And this the solo, but the duet ready to go, no

No, y'all ain't already know, no (not at all)

Uh-uh, can't read about it

When we the ones making the news

Been in the stand for a minute

A few more than a decade, improved

All the scenes I broke through, all the grooves

Somehow created some wrong and to make due

But it take more, it take two, it take three, it take four

It take crew to do what we came here to do

Be realistic, we gettin' older

See the statistics, must be fuckin' over

No, wasn't able to stop, pot bubbling

Stayed with the squad, dropped off the label

Got new publishing

Couldn't keep me in, I'm like CP3 and them

Don't know what you see in him

Always there when you needed him

From the deepest depth crept, the ones that kept it real

Didn't dead him when he left XL, deaded his steel

Even if they question the different directions that I peel

But steal the affection that I feel

Saw my reflection in 'em like a mirror

They accepted, stay sealed like a letter

Never severed ties, forever ride together

Cement to the mecha

All my efforts are tried when denied

Like they comply, I didn't let 'em

A metal grip like Cuban link necklace

A full flex it is

The letterman I wear, it gotta be leather

It better 'cause I don't like to do shit regular, I never will

I will never settle for the middle tier

There's a higher level, I'm levelin' up 'til I'm there

I'm aware my vision's impaired

So I got Cartier's and now I see clear

Yeah, yeah, you got a foggy pair

Yeah, y'all A.I, artificial intelligence

Silicone valley straight sellin' shit

Fake same as the silicone in their tits

Everything I ever sold as real as it gets

I'm A.I, Allen Iverson

Crossed up off the natural wine in the valentine

Light up a spliff while I say, "Hi" to the kids

We got Al and Mike in this bitch

Bitch, just the light that I lit