Emergency lyrics

[Intro: Lancey Foux]
Oh, real? Real?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I don't know if it’s real, yeah, yeah
I don't know if it's real, yeah, yeah
I don’t know if it's real, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't know if it's real, yeah
I don't know if it's real, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't know if it's real, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
I’ma die without no help before I lie to myself
It’s me, myself, and I, and I'm blinded by self
Tryna speak what’s on my mind, I find another lie
Tryna speak what's on my mind, but pain to the bible
I could never beef with n*ggas, I'm my biggest rival
I'll walk the streets and leave, but I’m my own disciple
I'm undecided, been Psilocybin' on a sober mind
I'm undivided, when I'm in the mirror, I know my kind
If I'm in my feelings, I'm in my grind
That's simultaneous, at the same time
I get miscellaneous, and my name might go exceed my shine
Take the weight off life, lick the cake off the knife
Protectin' my state of mind, and I'm great offline
[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Uh, is it real? Can I feel? I mean a lil'?
If it's serious, baby, I'll pay the bill
From the period of pyramids, Achilles
Stand tall and it don't mean on stilts
Still criticize the drip but minimize the fuel
Like boot tips, fill em' up still
Been a long time since I felt feelings
Been a long time since the drug dealing
And I'm betting onto the damn killings
On an island, feel like I'm Gilligan

[Verse 3: Lil Gnar]
Know that I f*ck, my n*gga
We keep it this sh*t silent, ain't none of them [?]
I used to get on my knees and pray for the day I get a million
Hold on, we used to swipe for the riches, uh
I used to swipe for them riches
Trapped out bando, flakin' home, yeah
She was neglected
We got a whole lot of weapons
We got a- hold on, yeah
We got a whole lot of weapons
Smokin' like a [?] Marlboro two short, yeah my pack be flagrant
Cartier bust up my face hide all the pain I'm facing, uh
Freddy Krueger in my dreams, I stabbed em', I slice Jason
n*gga be talkin' that though, sh*t, you pus*y
Sounding like Garfield