Les be reel
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๐ Lyrics
Let's be real (let's be real)
Let's be real for a minute
You be hating on them boys
But the fear is your villain
Oh damn (come on bruh, just face it)
I can't see competition
Just some greasy-ass missets
That won't clean up their own dishes (ha-choo)
I just sneezed in between my lyrics, seems like T is the illest
Beastmode recondition (yeah)
And I go so hard, I feel like a Pimmel
Feel like a dick, 'cause I penetrate you pussies
Feel like a Sith in my deadly sins hoodie
Peach like pink on my nails, I'm a beauty
Peace sign hangin' on my chain, I'm on duty
Yah, yah, yah, yah, you feel like you god, yeah
But money can't clean your ass up
When you're really disgusting
Yah, yah, yah, yah, no need to discuss this
You're a struggling fuck and tryna hide it with your muscles
Yeah, I'd rather be a misfit
(Than what?)
Than a visionless misset, 'cause jealousy will make you vicious
Yeah, I'd rather be a misfit
(Than what?)
Than a misset that's driven by it's publicity addiction (oh, damn)
Homie, let's be real for a minute
Guess this team's the realest
We don't need no gimmicks
See, we don't feel you, mimics
Better flee, we feast on missets, yeah
And we're killin' beats for a livin', yeah
Outta space, your peak's the ceilin', yeah
Never usin' cheats, always winnin', yeah
Cookin' all his heat while he's skimmin', yeah
Yeah, now I look back, I'm grooming, I seat that
We always three steps ahead of this weak ass
Hitters and there's actually no fuckin' need to work out, so in fact
We could just fuckin' lean back and relax, but
I want to go so hard on 'em
I want to go so hard on 'em
Work hard, learn hard, to go so hard on 'em
I go SSJ2 Gohan on 'em, pow
Make 'em pop like Junior Cells, we're cool as hell
You just make a fool of yourself, how mindful
Your mind is just full of yourself, what you call wealth
Is certainly not good for your health
I mean look at yourself
You're still stupid as hell
I suggest you put some books in your shelf (yeah), ey
And the saddest part of all is
That you really call yourself an artist
But you're just in it for the star game, CB scene and all that
Lame-ass illusion is shit, get, ride a dick for
You ain't goin' all-in, don't pull up your heart and
Biggest aim is seein' your name on fuckin' Pitchfork, ugh
Or fuckin' Billboard
Focus only for them bills, bruh
Like you ain't got no fuckin' sort of skill, bruh
Take a look into the mirror and be real, bruh
Let's be real, uh
Let's be real for a minute
You be hating on them boys
But the fear is your villain
Oh damn (come on bruh, just face it)
I can't see competition
Just some greasy-ass missets
That won't clean up their own dishes (ha-choo)
I just sneezed in between my lyrics, seems like T is the illest
Beastmode recondition (yeah)
And I go so hard, I feel like a Pimmel
Feel like a dick, 'cause I penetrate you pussies
Feel like a Sith in my deadly sins hoodie
Peach like pink on my nails, I'm a beauty
Peace sign hangin' on my chain, I'm on duty
Yah, yah, yah, yah, you feel like you god, yeah
But money can't clean your ass up
When you're really disgusting
Yah, yah, yah, yah, no need to discuss this
You're a struggling fuck and tryna hide it with your muscles
Yeah, I'd rather be a misfit
(Than what?)
Than a visionless misset, 'cause jealousy will make you vicious
Yeah, I'd rather be a misfit
(Than what?)
Than a misset that's driven by it's publicity addiction (oh, damn)
Homie, let's be real for a minute
Guess this team's the realest
We don't need no gimmicks
See, we don't feel you, mimics
Better flee, we feast on missets, yeah
And we're killin' beats for a livin', yeah
Outta space, your peak's the ceilin', yeah
Never usin' cheats, always winnin', yeah
Cookin' all his heat while he's skimmin', yeah
Yeah, now I look back, I'm grooming, I seat that
We always three steps ahead of this weak ass
Hitters and there's actually no fuckin' need to work out, so in fact
We could just fuckin' lean back and relax, but
I want to go so hard on 'em
I want to go so hard on 'em
Work hard, learn hard, to go so hard on 'em
I go SSJ2 Gohan on 'em, pow
Make 'em pop like Junior Cells, we're cool as hell
You just make a fool of yourself, how mindful
Your mind is just full of yourself, what you call wealth
Is certainly not good for your health
I mean look at yourself
You're still stupid as hell
I suggest you put some books in your shelf (yeah), ey
And the saddest part of all is
That you really call yourself an artist
But you're just in it for the star game, CB scene and all that
Lame-ass illusion is shit, get, ride a dick for
You ain't goin' all-in, don't pull up your heart and
Biggest aim is seein' your name on fuckin' Pitchfork, ugh
Or fuckin' Billboard
Focus only for them bills, bruh
Like you ain't got no fuckin' sort of skill, bruh
Take a look into the mirror and be real, bruh
Let's be real, uh
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:15.58] Let's be real (let's be real)
[00:17.12] Let's be real for a minute
[00:18.83] You be hating on them boys
[00:20.98] But the fear is your villain
[00:23.08] Oh damn (come on bruh, just face it)
[00:25.00] I can't see competition
[00:26.90] Just some greasy-ass missets
[00:29.06] That won't clean up their own dishes (ha-choo)
[00:32.23] I just sneezed in between my lyrics, seems like T is the illest
[00:35.36] Beastmode recondition (yeah)
[00:37.02] And I go so hard, I feel like a Pimmel
[00:39.05] Feel like a dick, 'cause I penetrate you pussies
[00:41.25] Feel like a Sith in my deadly sins hoodie
[00:43.18] Peach like pink on my nails, I'm a beauty
[00:45.17] Peace sign hangin' on my chain, I'm on duty
[00:47.16] Yah, yah, yah, yah, you feel like you god, yeah
[00:50.97] But money can't clean your ass up
[00:52.86] When you're really disgusting
[00:54.92] Yah, yah, yah, yah, no need to discuss this
[00:58.71] You're a struggling fuck and tryna hide it with your muscles
[01:02.75] Yeah, I'd rather be a misfit
[01:05.64] (Than what?)
[01:06.68] Than a visionless misset, 'cause jealousy will make you vicious
[01:10.45] Yeah, I'd rather be a misfit
[01:13.39] (Than what?)
[01:14.33] Than a misset that's driven by it's publicity addiction (oh, damn)
[01:19.18] Homie, let's be real for a minute
[01:21.03] Guess this team's the realest
[01:22.68] We don't need no gimmicks
[01:24.05] See, we don't feel you, mimics
[01:25.43] Better flee, we feast on missets, yeah
[01:27.27] And we're killin' beats for a livin', yeah
[01:29.57] Outta space, your peak's the ceilin', yeah
[01:31.55] Never usin' cheats, always winnin', yeah
[01:33.36] Cookin' all his heat while he's skimmin', yeah
[01:35.36] Yeah, now I look back, I'm grooming, I seat that
[01:37.45] We always three steps ahead of this weak ass
[01:39.36] Hitters and there's actually no fuckin' need to work out, so in fact
[01:41.82] We could just fuckin' lean back and relax, but
[01:44.19] I want to go so hard on 'em
[01:45.63] I want to go so hard on 'em
[01:47.15] Work hard, learn hard, to go so hard on 'em
[01:49.54] I go SSJ2 Gohan on 'em, pow
[01:52.08] Make 'em pop like Junior Cells, we're cool as hell
[01:54.13] You just make a fool of yourself, how mindful
[01:55.82] Your mind is just full of yourself, what you call wealth
[01:57.84] Is certainly not good for your health
[01:59.10] I mean look at yourself
[02:00.38] You're still stupid as hell
[02:01.27] I suggest you put some books in your shelf (yeah), ey
[02:03.22] And the saddest part of all is
[02:04.83] That you really call yourself an artist
[02:07.02] But you're just in it for the star game, CB scene and all that
[02:09.31] Lame-ass illusion is shit, get, ride a dick for
[02:11.29] You ain't goin' all-in, don't pull up your heart and
[02:13.41] Biggest aim is seein' your name on fuckin' Pitchfork, ugh
[02:15.93] Or fuckin' Billboard
[02:17.27] Focus only for them bills, bruh
[02:19.15] Like you ain't got no fuckin' sort of skill, bruh
[02:20.92] Take a look into the mirror and be real, bruh
[02:22.82] Let's be real, uh
[02:25.58]
[00:17.12] Let's be real for a minute
[00:18.83] You be hating on them boys
[00:20.98] But the fear is your villain
[00:23.08] Oh damn (come on bruh, just face it)
[00:25.00] I can't see competition
[00:26.90] Just some greasy-ass missets
[00:29.06] That won't clean up their own dishes (ha-choo)
[00:32.23] I just sneezed in between my lyrics, seems like T is the illest
[00:35.36] Beastmode recondition (yeah)
[00:37.02] And I go so hard, I feel like a Pimmel
[00:39.05] Feel like a dick, 'cause I penetrate you pussies
[00:41.25] Feel like a Sith in my deadly sins hoodie
[00:43.18] Peach like pink on my nails, I'm a beauty
[00:45.17] Peace sign hangin' on my chain, I'm on duty
[00:47.16] Yah, yah, yah, yah, you feel like you god, yeah
[00:50.97] But money can't clean your ass up
[00:52.86] When you're really disgusting
[00:54.92] Yah, yah, yah, yah, no need to discuss this
[00:58.71] You're a struggling fuck and tryna hide it with your muscles
[01:02.75] Yeah, I'd rather be a misfit
[01:05.64] (Than what?)
[01:06.68] Than a visionless misset, 'cause jealousy will make you vicious
[01:10.45] Yeah, I'd rather be a misfit
[01:13.39] (Than what?)
[01:14.33] Than a misset that's driven by it's publicity addiction (oh, damn)
[01:19.18] Homie, let's be real for a minute
[01:21.03] Guess this team's the realest
[01:22.68] We don't need no gimmicks
[01:24.05] See, we don't feel you, mimics
[01:25.43] Better flee, we feast on missets, yeah
[01:27.27] And we're killin' beats for a livin', yeah
[01:29.57] Outta space, your peak's the ceilin', yeah
[01:31.55] Never usin' cheats, always winnin', yeah
[01:33.36] Cookin' all his heat while he's skimmin', yeah
[01:35.36] Yeah, now I look back, I'm grooming, I seat that
[01:37.45] We always three steps ahead of this weak ass
[01:39.36] Hitters and there's actually no fuckin' need to work out, so in fact
[01:41.82] We could just fuckin' lean back and relax, but
[01:44.19] I want to go so hard on 'em
[01:45.63] I want to go so hard on 'em
[01:47.15] Work hard, learn hard, to go so hard on 'em
[01:49.54] I go SSJ2 Gohan on 'em, pow
[01:52.08] Make 'em pop like Junior Cells, we're cool as hell
[01:54.13] You just make a fool of yourself, how mindful
[01:55.82] Your mind is just full of yourself, what you call wealth
[01:57.84] Is certainly not good for your health
[01:59.10] I mean look at yourself
[02:00.38] You're still stupid as hell
[02:01.27] I suggest you put some books in your shelf (yeah), ey
[02:03.22] And the saddest part of all is
[02:04.83] That you really call yourself an artist
[02:07.02] But you're just in it for the star game, CB scene and all that
[02:09.31] Lame-ass illusion is shit, get, ride a dick for
[02:11.29] You ain't goin' all-in, don't pull up your heart and
[02:13.41] Biggest aim is seein' your name on fuckin' Pitchfork, ugh
[02:15.93] Or fuckin' Billboard
[02:17.27] Focus only for them bills, bruh
[02:19.15] Like you ain't got no fuckin' sort of skill, bruh
[02:20.92] Take a look into the mirror and be real, bruh
[02:22.82] Let's be real, uh
[02:25.58]