Seranrap

Real

When shit hit the fan

We keep spinning

Even when I say it's my pleasure

I mean business

Hit the ground running so hard, I'm Quicksilver

We run the map

Nothing less than six figures

I'm bout to rap (Cashmere, Cashmere Don)

Hold me back

We about to go platinum off a mobile app

With a muse, penthouse views

And we all the way up like Joey Crack

I'm old school, stuff money in the sofa (Real)

Gold bricks like the California gold rush Real)

New dope, turned art, turned opus Real)

White girl in the trap like cocaina

With a mamacita, Selena

Brick talk, judge might send subpoenas

Like Ace gotta stop by the cleaners

Washing money like Brent do the Beamer

It's never hate, these niggas lack taste

A bunch of mockery, they copy and paste

Smile in your face

All the time, they want to take your place

But this ain't the old jay (Real)