Material Theory - Quiet Storm (The Real) lyrics

[Intro: eXceL] These motherf**ers have no clue What the f** they just double clicked on Do they? It's my time to reign I'm the f**ing King... In this motherf**er You thought Lucious Lyon was bad? Motherf**er Welcome to Material Theory Freshet Music EXceL, Kfrxsh, and a whole bunch of other motherf**ers that I ain't got time to name [Verse 1: eXceL] I ain't scared to touch a cla**ic, or some new York sh** I been made to rip and spit, from the burbs to the bricks Any dicks who need some s**in, could just listen to raps From your boys, and you too, ain't no reason to fap Got the balls to do em all, from nicki to Kim They say he gotta lotta nerve, who the f** be is him? I'm Mr. Money in the Bank, plus the lunatic fringe I don't ever spare a foe, when the battle begins For those sleeping on my bars, know that pillow is hard It ballin' if you swipe it onto your credit card It ain't lasting if you met that b**h inside of the club s**ed the dick the first day, plus you ate on the rug Is it love? My n***a no that's more like stupidity You the plug? Then why the f** you chillin' with all them dees? I mean these n***as nowadays was raised a way that I don't understand And tryna learn the way they think ain't in my f**ing plan Cuz this the real [Chorus: eXceL] n***a anthem Get your damn hands up For this f**ing real Let em' know, you could f**in' flow All up in your f**in' show Stalling ain't gon help you grow If you ain't coming with the [Chorus: Kfrxsh] Yo it's the real sh** f**ing make you feel sh** Balling in the club, then I'm leaving with ya b**h sh** Screaming out money ain't a thang till the world blow up And you know we ain't stopping cause it's never enough [Verse 2: Kfrxsh] Hot damn now here we go again k**in these flows, plus I been rocking these shows Been in ya city with too many of these IG hoes Stacking these figures, making money, man the boy so cold But on the some real sh**, I been on my real sh** How you on some ballin but you never pay your bills sh** Always talking paper but you never made no real bread Talkin bout the ops, homie you ain't never seen feds I swear this rapping sh** is easy, see me livin lavish now they swear they wanna be me I ain't nothing special, I'm just livin how you wanna Making hits and f**in b**hes smoking Marijuana, sorry but I'm lying I been on my grind since around ‘89, momma pa**ed away so I took it as a sign Born in the six, so I always had to shine I been in a race, but I've yet to cross the line Yo on the some real sh**, everybody tryna rap Only couple n***as nice, so you know I'm stating facts Never seen a hard bar and I ain't talking bout a jail cell Flipping packs and counting cash, you just telling fairy tales So if we talkin bout the most wanted n***a, I'm el chapo, skinny n***a flacko If you tellin lies please cease no biggie Hope you n***as never shine behind bars, no Diddy