Anything Real Pt. 2 - Oncue, Sonny Shotz

Get rich

Or die trying on these graveyard shifts

Uh, fuck that shit

(Clears throat)

Considering my potential I’ve ripped

They should bench you

I ain’t got hobbies my hobbies is instrumentals

You in a hotel lobby

I’m trying to lobby for a band school

You trying to party, I’m trying to (?) over menus

Consider this part of any venue

Currently give no fucks if this offends you

This might be a tough pill to swallow

But your girl loves to swallow

Swear to god hand on the bible

I’m getting it crackin', bout to blow

You askin' around, how not to blow it

You spittin' that trash on the low

I’m bout to drop a classic, y’all know it

No way you could coach us

4 quarter heroics

Not known for nothing else besides dropping dope shit

And I’m living not focused

But sick in the head with no prognosis

Mmm, get rich

Or die trying on these graveyard shifts

But I say, yeah fuck that shit

I be holding on til' all of you switch

Give em' anything real

Anything, anything, anything

Give em anything real

Anything, anything, anything

Give em anything real

Yeah, out the city like a Buddhist

Trying to keep away from Judas

You ain’t fucking with my flow

My delivery’s the prudest

Writin' sunny in (?)

I just want an ocean for the boats that I demand

The man who kids around the camp

And stands adjacent to the fire

With the Freddy Krueger mask

Sleep on me and I would light ya

A corporation fighter

Not enough will like us

They make anything despite us

Rich enough to catch the (?)

Like it’s money, food, call me a rebel

Till we settle, discussions with the devil

Handle bars like I peddle to the verse

Curse a hater to the curb

(Errrr)

Greeting Hollywood for dummies

Used to write about the things we see

Me and all the rebels of the new wave

Quiet like the souffle

Its about to go go down, go go down

Are you ready for a revolution?

Is there anything real?