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This the realest that I ever felt
Fuck a stock room, can't put me on the shelf
Know yourself cause they don't know you yet
Sweater weather, know the crew up next nigga
I had to shake up out that fucking stress
Check to check, got yoga lessons making dollars stretch
Painting pictures, watching niggas outlining this sketch
Been in the kitchen, Gordon Ramsey got meals that I prepped
Damn, I wish a nigga would front on me
Patting pockets searching for profit like homie lost his keys
Shit, only making sure my momma pleased
Talked God, he said don't block your blessings release every sneeze
Past the point of fucking with niggas out of necessity
Past the point of fuck niggas think that they finessing me
I'm watching friends turn to enemies now
And I got kin that ain't shit to me now
I'm way more hopeful than I used to be
Battle scars got chinks all on my armor from the scrutiny
Broadway how my life is playing out, it's going beautifully
Allah been guiding Thommy, this direction isn't humanly
Presumably the guy I always grew to be
Seen the most and done a lot, so nothing's really new to me
Foolishly, she fell for me and all my tomfoolery
Damn, me and all my tomfoolery
This the realest that I ever felt
Fuck a stock room, can't put me on the shelf
Know yourself cause they don't know you yet
Sweater weather, know the crew up next nigga
This the realest that I ever felt
Fuck a stock room, can't put me on the shelf
Know yourself cause they don't know you yet
Sweater weather, know the crew up next nigga
Bene Beats, Tyrell Thomas
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