DJ Mustard - Be Real (Again) lyrics

We rock Yale hats and never went to Yale We went to Gateway, Southern or went to jail And tears just fall into the pale So if you kick the bucket I got no more in my well Still tryna bring back the jersey with the tail Know that green and blue Whale Ron Francis used to sail- And in my town we used to have the Ravens Now the addicts just crash when the rave ends Lemme put it into other terms, Laymens Yall grow beards cuz your too lazy for shavin' Like where the f** is the work ethic? Right You just wanna trend on Twitter What the f** did you do beside get bent on liquor? I heard your record and it's hot trash If I threw it out the sun roof I woulda gotten tickets cuz I littered That's why they're bitter I can see it in your faces Too scared to smile like they just got braces And I k**ed em by being silent You know the real ones move in silence And the rest of em gotta buy it Kool-Aid, Tryna find those A&Rs to pay I dominated my league like Juve That was off that top, that's tupay You should k** your self that's roulette Bang Saw a commercial for a funeral home And I was surprised that you weren't in it Ironic they suspected- I was the one who wasn't livin That car crash the greatest thing that ever happened I was plotting your execution while I was laid up on my mattress I'd rather be a dead body than a washup Honestly it's a toss up If I ain't Daddy Warbucks At least I'm getting my call up I been in the minor leagues playing to little crowds Knocking em out the park on the pitches I figured out Just replay my catalog I've always been the sh** on it I'm bout to k** the game U can all go Mookie bett on it I have a wish list - It starts with "s** my dick b**h" And that directed at who ever told me different Of anything I believed Anything I've conceived The holy trinity told me sacrifice come in 3s You're now listening to symposiums Please stop your sh** Please sip Imodium See I had no iodine for salt in the wound But I have risen like his corpse from a tomb Happy EASTER For all of U who "pa**ed over" me -know Im feasting U should look to me if you need something to believe in Lemme coach you They say lemme toast you f** em I ain't on a yacht like some boat shoes I'm just in my own zone - riding on my own wave And lately I have not experienced a slow day I don't know how to roll jays I don't need that Flo naze Your girl only looks good from a distance she's a Monet I been plotting what it can be I don't need a girl I need a Grammy