( Verse One )

Superman flow, Bronzson the hero watch
A fallen angel in the game like "Hancock"
I been through holy wars, gear that cost more than yours
But in the same boat with bills, I gotta tour
Gotta exploit my best lines, place 'em on a score
Keep it one-hundred, but at times you want more
And I can feel that, can't spit the same things twice
I got too much on my brain, and it's just as nice
Write pages after pages, sometimes up out of spite
Make a lime out of a lemon, and I ain't even Sprite
Man, I pull up in a vehicle, I don't do bikes
Lady, I can show you what a real g' like
Step in any studio and watch me tune up mics
More paper keep a player enticed
If I don't write, I type, if I don't type
I'm on Facebook or Skype
Waiting on the cue to go in
(What's the title)
Is this real life

( Chorus )

Is this real life...
Is it real life...
Is this real life...

( Verse Two )

Shining stars for you to see, what you can truly be
Can't let society determine your destiny
It could be you in the Lexus next to me
We give a nod, pull off as the light turn green
No need to tattoo your entire anatomy
I think, what would my grandkids see
If you's a g', real shooters'll just stash your body
I respect dude, but don't wanna look like Rodman
I'm still a bad boy like Diddy, Will, and Martin
Against my team, I pity your whole department
Kill designer styles that make your fitted garments
Look like you copped them out of flea markets
Get respect like Gotti, that makes me a target
But I'm more like Gandhi, thro' all of my heart in
Up in an office plottin' on how I can profit off my next project
Money spread out on the carpet
(Is this real life)

( Chorus )

( Verse Three )

My eyes focused on the marks of the beast, and I mark my bills
I always find the Devil in the details, then I choke him out
Some may quote about, how I used to smoke it out
In silk shirts on patio's at my open house
Fly women in a see-through blouse
Was gettin' likes on our pic's 'fore Facebook was out
Track our spending 'til the books ran out
Then we spent enough paper off the books, IRS got stressed out
Kept it low-key like Clark Kent, could pull an S' out
Pocket change at no less than a thou', look more than decent
All seasons, go to spots, get VIP treatment
Break you off a piece, please no reaching
This go out to folks who love to shoot dice, get right
Under Friday night lights, don't give a fuck, rock diamonds that's tight
My vision clear, got a mil' in my sights, I take aim
Wipe the remains, love to hear my seed saying
(Is this real life)

( Chorus )