CMRBeatz - The Real Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Tech$ Finesse] These Ransom Haters, Im Past Em' Yeah she fine, but the moneys handsome I got fire Spit like a viper Name any writer you desire, and we can hop in a cypher And you will see why you can't find anyone finer I been with these rhymes for a long time I'm off in my prime and I ain't bout' to let one of you rappers block my shine So b**h recline Watch me do what I do, Smooth, Im the truth Now you know something you didn't knew f** it you can have this game back When I'm Off In My Tomb Aight' I'm on em' like click, clock red dot One Flinch, fifth pop, headshot Rap is mine hip hop deadlocked Time is money tick tock,dat bread drop Red drop down, while she top me off Cause I make that paper double like I'm running copies off Keep running circles round rappers and I'll be signed But I'll be damned if it ain't looking like an Audi sign [Verse 2:] It's Tech$ Finesse we in a different league Me and EJAY in the studio sippin' lean Kush got my eyes glazed, krispy creame Put em in the books, cuz y'all history Your girl head shining, I call her Mr. Clean Oh you thought I was done please So hot these hoes put on sun screen We the number one team While I'm chillin at the top and I'm comfy Now I get em then I'm done with em' Had fun with em now I'm bout' to spill em' then I k** em' I ain't no architect But I'll build em' can't you f** feel them and got no feelings like Wayne I got no ceilings how you f**ing feelin' Now I'm bout' to peel in banana I'll peel it the beat I'm bout' to steal it like a f**in' villan how you feeling Bro chiil need weed? I'll deal it If you like the freestyle, then hit like [Outro]