Realer Than Most (feat. OnGaud, Mick Jenkins, Noname, Dally Auston & Saba) - Closed Sessions

Calm down, nigga, this golden Go and take a hit of these roses Go and get a sip of this water Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable I said Calm down, nigga, this golden Go and take a hit of these roses Go and get a sip of this water Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable Got your joint, it's in rotation, check the syncopation Deep off in these waters, never needing no flotation Devices, on this humble pie by the slices Give it to 'em free, cause it's priceless This your invitation, I'ma even welcome imitations Smoking mirrors, I've been spitting rocks and ventilation So, breathe motherfucker, just breathe There's more than one trick up my sleeve Tank tops can't hang, I ain't never even gang bang Nigga just hang with the wrong folks Got a little older, got a little wiser, put the reggie down that's the wrong smoke Been around the world enough, to know that you will never get rich, if you the wrong broke Can't live life through a song quote, man I've been trying to show y'all me I ain't been accepting nobody's gas and still got drive, nigga still on E Nigga still gon' lie, and I still on G, tell your girlfriend not to feel on me Or, maybe you should come and get your ho, bro And usually we would have a whole bunch of ginger ale, but lately I'm been in these waters, like a slow bro So, pardon my manners, this is more street etiquette Know that I ain't going nowhere, if you believe otherwise, then you niggas better peep rhetoric I said Calm down, nigga, this golden Go and take a hit of these roses Go and get a sip of this water Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable You ain't even gotta ask me, I'm classy Pina colada with a blue Laffy Taffy I'm rapping to save a life, get that Apache Indian remy on a scalp coming out Nigga just chilling on the couch in a blouse like Dave Chappelle be that nigga for life I drip drip on the haters for real Maybe write a rap book for the later appeal Cause I still write poems on a little black thought More smoke and mirrors inside of the matchbox More fancy images looking like mascots My whole team got the city on the rise And making the sun jealous, we dreaming new dimensions And moving like black rebels, we cold we cold We don't need no ice I just wanna see your hands in the air and the fans in the stands and my name hella bright "Noname on the comeup" Telefone never coming out, what's the hold up? Where you been at? Where the print at? We just wanna hear the truth and the music Like honesty and honestly I'ma be In the cut with a book reading prophecy Before the sun goes down and the meaning of life becomes obsolete Calm down, nigga, this golden Go and take a hit of these roses Go and get a sip of this water Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable

Ey Al lío Yeah, como sea Ey ¡Bitch! Babyface en el jodido (¡Top!) Baby, baby, baby, baby Ja, ja, ja Al lio, como sea Esbabyface, ¿Tú te crees que esto es USA? Los tengo esperando que suelte la musa (Fuck, fuck) Tengo una cubana que parece rusa Conmigo se viene, a ti te da excusa Y suena (¡Bitch!) Acabo en su cara, la dejo confusa Claro que la uso, ella me usa Ahora visto bien y no llevo medusa Suena (¡Hola!) No tienen sangre, tienen horchata Estoy con tu puta bailando bachata Encontré el tesoro, quemamos el mapa Y suena (Like a ding, ding, ding) Cada día que pasa engordamo' la paca Tenemo' el oro, también la plata Un saludo a mis moros, to's mis sudaca Lo siento hermano yo estuve en tu barrio Y no escuché ese (Splash) Entramos al banco, no somo' ratas Subo muy rápido, mira que pata Nueva Galaxia, me he comprado un Bima Voy haciendo (¡Brum!) Empecé de abajo, mi bolsillo roto Ahora es nuestro trabajo, nos toca a nosotros (Prr) Esbabyface, ¿Tú te crees que esto es USA? Los tengo esperando que suelte la musa (Fuck, fuck) Tengo una cubana que parece rusa Conmigo se viene, a ti te da excusa Y suena (¡Bitch!) Acabo en su cara, la dejo confusa Claro que la uso, ella me usa Ahora visto bien y no llevo medusa Suena (¡Hola!) No tienen sangre, tienen horchata Estoy con tu puta bailando bachata Encontré el tesoro, quemamos el mapa Y suena (Like a di-ding, ding) Cada día que pasa engordamo' la paca Tenemo' el oro, también la plata Un saludo a mis moros, to's mis sudaca Lo siento hermano yo estuve en tu barrio Y no escuché ese (Ja, ja, ja) ¡Bitch!

I'm waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust I'm breathing in the chemicals I'm breaking in, I'm shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse, whoa I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Radioactive Radioactive I raise my flags, don my clothes It's a revolution, I suppose We'll paint it red to fit right in, whoa I'm breaking in, I'm shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse, whoa I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive All systems go, the sun hasn't died Deep in my bones, straight from inside I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Radioactive Radioactive