[Intro]
It's Official, son

[Verse 1]
Twon's official like n***as with mental issues
Mom scared to kiss you cause all the shit that you been through
Your nose'll probably run if I shared the shit that I'm into
And we ain't on the same level so them words'll probably miss you
Dismiss you if you misuse my lessons, sharp as a ginsu
Toilet paper, n***as get shredded up just like tinsel
[Pan?] game far from simple, ultra real like Mace Windu
Last of a dying breed, so keep your girl with you
Don't do like them simps do, development is elemental
Coke leader in my brain, portal is my bedroom window
Far from insane, but a war inside my head
[?], cause I feel I am possessed
And for the last time n***a, my jeans do stretch
Don't ever judge me like I'm Joe from Infest
Impressed by dimensions of booty and not by breasts
I'm a real n***a, I'mma eat your pussy when we have sex

[Hook]
Confessions of a real n***a
Not a malt liquor sipper
Young and old n***as fucking with them but that's regular
Not a competitor, he rides his own wave
Makes all the exes hoping, wishing that they'd stayed
(x2)