FALLACY

FALLACY Lyrics

(Uh, Yeah, You Feel Me?
Yeah, The real is back, I will attack
King Richard still owe me mil on swishers)
Ay-Man (Hit-Boy)

They wanna take me out like a date
I can see the goal, it's just a mountain in the way
Your mouth moving, I ain't making out what you say, huh
(Can someone in the house say yeah?) Yeah
This some other sh*t, you unequipped
Still f**k it up for the f**k of it
Was in the bucket with a bucket list
Couple bucks and a bucket head b**ch
One's obstructing my justice, nigga
Still felt lucky like Justice, nigga
Had to do it for the love first
If you didn't know it does hurt
Spit until my tongue hurt
So sick they needed blood work from Herb
(Can someone in the house say yeah?) Word
If I can move the crowd around with it
Maybe I can rock the crown with it
I'm down with it
In depth, you can submerge
You can bet we kept it ghetto in the suburbs
Fried chicken with the fish grease
Tryna turn grandma Cadillac into a Bentley
Get me?

The real is back, I will attack
How real is that?
The real is back, I will attack
Talkin' platinum status, sippin' out a platinum chalice
This ain't a fallacy

'Cause it was all a dream, I swear
The big homie told me stay on my square
The only way I let the hood down is if the engine got repaired
(Can someone in the house say yeah?) He-heh
Yo, Carson in the motherf**kin' house, nigga
Del Amo watch your motherf**kin' mouth, nigga (Del Amo)
Had a chip on my shoulder
Me and K with the promoter, had a fo' in the sod-er
Slaus' house junkie, ask my nigga Jay Crack
Top Notch on my hand, knock a nigga on his back
Top' sponsored my first tat for like a hundred dollars
Now I got more ink of the squad than the whole roster
Loyal to the soil, that's manure sh*t
That's probably why they dying for my newer sh*t
(Can someone in the house say yeah?) Hell Yeah
Listen, before SZA was my sister, I hit different with my approach
I need a billion to be mentioned with goats
Make history with the lyrics I wrote
In my mind, you know I don't use writing utensils
Escoe once said "Hip-Hop is dead"
I must be a mummy rapping my ass off
Ay-man

The real is back, I will attack
How real is that?
The real is back, I will attack
Talkin' platinum status, sippin' out a platinum chalice
This ain't a fallacy

I don't care what ya'll calling him, Soul, Ab-Soul, whatever. This is Herbert Stevens to me. And ya'll can google that motherf**ker. This the real one, okay. I love you brother. So proud of you