Oncue, Sonny Shotz - Anything Real pt. 2 lyrics

Get rich
Or die trying on these graveyard shifts
Uh, fuck that shit

Considering my potential I've ripped
They should bench you i ain't got hobbies my
Hobbies is instrumentals
You in a hotel lobby
I'm trying to lobby for a band school
You trying to party, I'm trying to over menus
Consider this part of any venue
Currently give no fucks if this offends you

This might be a tough pill to swallow
But, your girl loves to swallow
Swear to god hand on the bible
I'm getting it crackin', bout to blow
You askin' around, how not to blow it
You spittin' that trash on the low
I'm bout to drop a classic, y'all know it

No way you could coach us 4 quarter heroics
Not known for nothing else
Besides dropping dope shit
And I'm living not focused
But sick in the head with no prognosis

Mmm, get rich
Or die trying on these graveyard shifts
But, I say, yeah fuck that shit
I be holding on til' all of you switch
Give em' anything real
Anything, anything, anything
Give em anything real
Anything, anything, anything
Give em anything real

Yeah, out the city like a Buddhist
Trying to keep away from Judas
You ain't fucking with my flow
My delivery's the prudest writin' sunny in
I just want an ocean for
The boats that I demand

The man who kids around the camp
And stands adjacent to the fire
With the Freddy Krueger mask
Sleep on me and I would light ya
A corporation fighter
Not enough will like us

They make anything despite us
Rich enough to catch the
Like it's money, food, call me a rebel
Till we settle, discussions with the devil
Handle bars like I peddle to the verse
Curse a hater to the curb

Greeting Hollywood for dummies
Used to write about the things we see
Me and all the rebels of the new wave
Quiet like the souffle
Its about to go go down, go go down
Are you ready for a revolution?
Is there anything real?