Unreal lyrics

[Verse 1: Ransom]
Had a dream of being as large as Gotti
It turned into nightmares and fears when I saw his body
Hard to copy, folding this paper up like it’s origami
Doing drive-bys in a Maserati with Margot Robbie
Suicide Squad sh*t and I don’t feel a thing after them hits like Paulie Maglinaggi
Forty Kamikazes, send them to your door step
That’s more death, so pay a price that cost less
Don’t listen to gangsta rappers who cross dress
I’m Dame, Russell, or Steph out of bounds with a whole rock
Out of town on a cold block, this how it sounds when the flow’s hot
Kitchen utensils, couple forks, plates and a old pot
Coke spot, zip bag stuffin’ right by the stovetop
You ain’t got no shot, who wants to suffer this hot steel?
Mama I done made it, your son is touchin’ a hot wheel
Fake ass rappers, that other stuff I do not feel
Tiffany Gomas ‘cause this motherf*cker is not real

[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
The top dropped then my shooter stand
I’m screaming shoot again, that’s the type of mood I’m in
I sign the lease for the kilos, then I move ‘em in
Stomp on them b*tches ‘til they get evicted
This is stove-ticking-blue-flame business
The digital scale numbers is infinite
The difference is I take the corner of the brick and dip it in
Pull it out the water with the crystals still in it
Amiri jeans on your b*tch floor, pistol still in it
These n*ggas is cookin’ mystery mix
They brought the yayo in a Corvette
Cocaine in my pores, I been baggin’ up since this morning
I used to want a hundred thousand and a foreign
Now I want a hundred mil’ and a Porsche with more horses under the hood than Ralph Lauren
Clase Azul pour it in with the square
My young boy on that Wock and a perc, don’t get murked
My n*ggas got it out the dirt, now we more Dirk Nowitzki
41 blocks in the 6-speed, is you kiddin’ me?