Reel
Ayo I whip the mic like how u whip the die
What is the P? one-sixth kind of probability
The livid scene
I ain't lippid like this kind of beat
I supersede then i take over ya stupid fees
Man
I ain't Super Lee
I'm an actor, I'm a pony, no trick up on my sleeves
I wanna weave in between
jay sippin on that drambue
Hold your attention with this recipe
Peekaboo styles - with no sesame
Why ya keep on testin me
textin me behind the scenes
About Accents, life and how to be
Like ya ain't proud to be
in the state of things
Risking it all
Just to be lame again
Just to get fame again
Just to get sick of it
Man
I am sick of it
Full circles ain't so evident
I am but a resident
I've seen the reel
I've seen the reeel dog
See the seed in the cereal
Why you yanking on my tail dog
Ay I'm the real dog
Ay I'm the real dog
I've seen the reel
I've seen the reeel dog
See the seed in the burial
Why you tripping on my tales dog
Ay I'm the b gourd
Ay I'm the b gourd
Woah check me out now im new to the scene
i got my attributes thinking i'm a poke fiend
im the dark type with bar im a lowly thing
but i still got my drip so i feel
icy clean and icy fresh
ice-ly dressed
imma finna impress
put on my wavy best
hey? what you think about it man?
do you wanna collab? what about a date?
do you believe in fate
what about mercury retrogrades
i'm into that
horoscopes, i know the girls like that
i do anything for likes even if it means acting all lonely and shy
i'm just that kind of guy
i'm just that kind of guy
im just im just
im just that kind of guy
my styles so evident
do you think im fly?
Obvious not dog!
yo shut your mouth dog
Why you wanna trap so hard
your voice so rough
if i could i'll put out a red card
all i hear is if i and if that
if you were aladin you'd prolly wish for stacks
your so fickle minded
all you listen to is just sicko maybe some cole
but all you are is lukewarm with no flow
you like sipping sweet shit like milo
oldlings might call you stylo but
that's wild tho
where is mr waldo at?
your missable like wally man
i'd wallop ya till ya get ya styles intact
man why me?
whip out your id! the way you acting
you prolly only 17
uh
you prolly on 17
young blood
no scent of me
I've seen the reel
I've seen the reeel dog
See the seed in the cereal
Why you yanking on my tail dog
Ay I'm the real dog
Ay I'm the real dog
I've seen the reel
I've seen the reeel dog
See the seed in the burial
Why you tripping on my tales dog
Ay I'm the b gourd
Ay I'm the b gourd
Writer/s: Christopher Grosse, Sean Michael Lim
