Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Yo, gather 'round, let me tell you 'bout the game,
Where the streets whisper secrets, but they never say a name,
Some people are fake, just puppets on a string,
In a world full of chatter, tell me who’s the real king?
They flashin' bright lights, but it’s all a masquerade,
Sellin' dreams like candy, while the truth starts to fade.
Hustlin’ for respect, but they don’t know the price,
Stabbin' in the back, man, this cold world ain't nice.

(Chorus)
Some people are fake, actin’ like they’re all true,
But when the chips fall, who’s really down for you?
Spittin' these bars, ’cause I see clear as day,
In a city full of shadows, keep the phony’s away.

(Verse 2)
Remember school days, where the real ones stayed tight?
Now it’s hard to tell, who’s wrong and who’s right,
I roll with the homies, those who paved the way,
While the fakes playin' games, throwin’ shade, night and day.
Like Slim would say, “Hi! My name is…” a facade,
But I cut through the noise with the heart of a god.
I paint vivid pictures, while they sketch in crayons,
I laugh at your scripts, ‘cause every line's a con.

(Chorus)
Some people are fake, actin’ like they’re all true,
But when the chips fall, who’s really down for you?
Spittin' these bars, ’cause I see clear as day,
In a city full of shadows, keep the phony’s away.

(Bridge)
Clock is tickin’, I’m spittin’ wisdom like a sage,
Got the world in my palm, turn the page, center stage.
From the block to the booth, I’m maintainin' my roots,
While the snakes in the grass, yeah, they wearin' them suits.

(Verse 3)
So I step with intention, my grind is relentless,
The truth’s in my lines, I’m the voice of the senseless.
Fakes will fall off, like leaves in the breeze,
I’m the storm on the rise, while they beg for appease.
So let’s gather the real, let 'em rise from the ashes,
Through the smoke and the mirrors, only truth ever clashes.
Keep your circle tight, surround yourself with the brave,
‘Cause in this rap life, it’s the real ones we save.

(Chorus)
Some people are fake, actin’ like they’re all true,
But when the chips fall, who’s really down for you?
Spittin' these bars, ’cause I see clear as day,
In a city full of shadows, keep the phony’s away.

(Outro)
So remember this tale, take it home, let it simmer,
In a world of theatrics, be the light, be the glimmer.
From the streets to the stage, that’s how legends are made,
With the truth in your heart, let the realness cascade.