This is the realest I've ever been, realest I've ever been
Bitch, a minority, they wouldn't let me in
Bitch, a minority, vexing your present
If I had a dick then I might get some preference
I got an ego, but I'm never flexing it
When you're the truth, you ain't worried 'bout replicas
This the realest I've ever been, this is the realest I've ever been
Singing, "Fuck being delicate"

I like to fuck with the lights on
I like to fuck kinda violent
Never fuck without a title
I like it most when I'm writing
You love me most when I'm riding it
Looking up to me
Your bitch gon' look up to me
I love it when you look up to me
Your new bitch gon' look up to me
Riding it, looking up to me
Your bitch gon' look up to me
I love it when you look up to me
Your new bitch gon' look up to me, too

This is the realest I've ever been, realest I've ever been
See all my demons and strip all my skeletons
I might just kill you if you touch a relative
Usually nice, but I'm just hella sensitive
See all the vipes and I swerve all the venomous
Sell out my show so the stakes, they ain't relevant
Don't fuck with negative, they try to fuck me
But two of 'em celibate

I like to fuck with the lights on
I like to fuck kinda violent
Never fuck without a title
I like it most when I'm writing
You love me most when I'm riding it
Looking up to me
Your bitch gon' look up to me
I love it when you look up to me
Your new bitch gon' look up to me
Yeah, looking up to me
Your new bitch gon' look up to me
I love it, love it when you look up to me
Your new bitch gon' look up to me

I'm trying to die a legend, so I study legacies
But these W's don't come without some penalties
Like Bobby and Amy, now they rest in peace
And thank God that this earth been blessing me
And every now and then I feel the world testing me
Fucked up when day ones start looking like the enemies
Fucked up when whiskey starts looking like the remedy
I'm trying to share my life, but I'm precious with my energy

Unbothered, unbothered, unbothered
Impermeable, unbothered
Impermeable, unbothered
I'm the people's champ, Obama
And you won't understand, Melania
Permeable, unbothered
Sick, allergic to the con artist
'Choo! Fake woke, 'choo!
An impostor, only real ones up in my roster
Like junior T, that's my roster
You know, I just been passed up
I've been how my shit been fucked up
I've been how my shit been (passed up)

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Writer(s): Jessica Reyez, Tim Suby