Verse 1:

I broke up with normal/
Started fucking different/
Im behind my bars/ like bitches/
On conjugal visits/
You rookie haters/
I adapt like a vet/
Ima king/ you just a motha fucka/
Delante West/
Mentally/ Im past capacity/
You load slow/
And the brothers say Im super/
Cause I spit fuego/
And haters range in shades/
Rocky to Apollo creed/
And confidence mistaken for cockiness/
Is reality/
Most believe they appalling me/
But actually/
You motha fuckas/ are applauding me/
My style got a swag/
Damn it's so serious/
And even Eddie Murphy/
Said my presence is delerious/

Pre-Chorus:

Im from the city/
Where we buck-heads (Buckhead) and puff dro/
Our money unfold and stretch like centerfolds/
You haters blow old game/ Nintendo
I come together like pussy, bars and Patino

Pre-Chorus II:

You pitch heat/
But I slow roast ya/
Im up to bat man/
All for you jokers/
You say quit/
Sit down and/
Just kneel/
But Im standing in the A/
Screamin real recognize real/

Chorus:

Im not perfect
But bitch Im never fake (I tell em) (3x)
Bitch Im never fake (2x)



Verse II:


My words dangle like participles/
Sparkin like starter pistols/
You artificial/
Dead beats with heart issues/
If circles normal/
Im twisted/
Infinity/
My calligraphy brings energy/
With every pen I squeeze/
I speak poetic flame/
Details and descriptions/
So Im doctorin you MC's/
And writin out prescriptions/
And you real/
Like truthful politicians/
Its impossible to listen/
Like Im Tom on a mission/
Come on homie/
7 O's in the bank/
You selling 7 O's/
And say you still livin in the crank/
You got my head scratchin/
Call it bad lice/
I don't buy the bullshit/
Bad merchandise/



Pre-Chorus:

Im from the city/
Where we buck-heads (Buckhead) and puff dro/
Our money unfold and stretch like centerfolds/
You haters blow old game/ Nintendo
I come together like pussy, bars and Patino

Pre-Chorus II:

You pitch heat/
But I slow roast ya/
Im up to bat man/
All for you jokers/
You say quit/
Sit down/
Just kneel/
But Im standing in the A/
Screamin real recognize real/

Chorus:

Im not perfect
But bitch Im never fake (I tell em) (3x)
Bitch Im never fake (2x)


Verse III:
Pops says grind hard
And stack like legos/
And when the masses get exposed/
Then the fan base will grow/
So faith got my back/
Belief said I'll make it/
And doubt Lebrons hairline/
Bitch/ It keeps fading/
Jealous artist talk shit/
In they only club fit/
Ones in their pocket/
Cube Z's in their bracelet/
Im not perfect/
And fakes not my MO/
But I fight for my respect in the hood/
Like Kimbo/
Raise the barrel/
Parrel/
To my eyes/
Pull the trigger of criticism/
And let them lies fly/
Raise your glasses haters/
Lets have a toast/
For the ones who knew my least/
Judged me the most/