Iconic Lyrics - Jaden Smith

Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah! 

(Sinatra) 

Tell me what you know about real life 

Tell me what you know about dark nights 

Bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne in the game 

You just perpetrating from the side line 

What it feel like? (Huh) 

Metaphor game too silly 

Punch lines way too silly 

Fuck a Milli' now I'm comin' for that William 

Hold up, wait a minute think about it that's a Billi' (Woo!) 

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God damn, boy you know I'm puttin' in the work 

I'ma get it, I got 'em and now they all hurt 

I'm a let them know, I never let them know 

They never seem to know that I am a master (At work) 

Bitch I'm all up in it come and get it 

You could never get rid of it 

Every bit of it in this motherfucker 

Like I'm in the middle of little Italy 

A lot of shit was never given to me 

That shits a fallacy told by the enemy 

Trying to get ahead of me 

They dead to me, everybody dead to me 

Everybody know that Bobby will body anybody 

Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno 

We know Tarantino a killer 

But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck 

And the spirit the second they hear it 

They fear it as soon as they get near it 

Everybody revere it like 

Tell me-tell me-tell me what you know about real life, real life 

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Tell me what you know about dark nights, dark nights 

Bitch I'm Bruce Wayne in the game 

You just perpetrating from the side line 

What it feel like, feel like 

Metaphor game too silly 

Punch lines way too silly 

Fuck a Milli' now I'm comin' for that William 

Hold up, wait a minute think about it that's a Billi' 

Everybody know that boy Sinatra, he the King now! 

Nobody want to step up in the ring now 

I sacrificed my twenties now that money ain't a thing now 

Now that money ain't a thing 

Everybody know that boy Sinatra, he the King now! 

Nobody want to step up in the ring now 

I sacrificed my twenties now that money ain't a thing now 

Now that money ain't a thing 

Everybody talk about my race on socials (Socials) 

Make the boy wanna go postal (Postal) 

Since I went triple plat' I only identify as Bi-Coastal (Coastal) 

I don't live life like most do (Like most) 

Never did the shit I was supposed to 

Not a lotta shit you could say about me 

Yeah my hairline faded but my bank account will roast you (Roast) 

Tell me-tell me-tell me what you know about real life, real life 

Tell me what you know about dark nights, dark nights 

Bitch I'm Bruce Wayne in the game 

You just perpetrating form the side line 

What it feel like, feel like Metaphor game too silly 

Punch lines way too silly 

Fuck a Milli' now 

I'm comin' for that William 

Hold up, wait a minute think about it that's a Billi' 

You already know what that is 

Young Sinatra, icons inspire icons 

Gold chains wrapped around my neck like pythons 

The drip way, yeah 

Yeah! Greatest alive, I'm the greatest alive 

I'm the greatest at being me, ain't nobody seeing me 

So, check it like CMB, thats word to the DMV 

I'm straight from the basement, I made it like a villain, 

I'm hated Word to Jermaine, this shit just ain't been the same 

Never simple and plain like a bullet to the brain 

I'm blowing minds, yeah I gotta kick shit with this rhyme 

Second I spit it so divine thats word to your mom 

Sweeping these rappers up like it's a chore, who want more? 

I'll leave anybody two times four 

Dropping pounds in London like I lost weight 

My mindstate, is like a freight when I rhyme 

Check the state of mind 

Yeah, my train of thought is never off the track 

When I drop it, so stop it I'm killin' 'em like a virus 

After they dead I'm still in 'em, who feelin' 'em, everybody now 

It's never nothin' like the first time, 

nothin' like your first rhyme Nothin' like 

you're in there nuttin' for the first time 

That's the type of shit they never tell you now 

Bitches come and go I know I know you can't 

fuck with this flow Bobby Tarantino gettin' a C note 

Oh yeah there he go 

Tell me they love it they want it they need it 

I never been defeated, no never given up 

Do what I do how I do gotta live it up 

This shit right here on the real, I can't get enough 

God damn, uh, I'm the motherfuckin' man 

Went from gettin' close to the gang 

To sipping champagne on a plane 

Do what you love in life and never second guess it 

Even when haters protest it now 

You ever wonder what it means to 

You Ever wonder what it, uh 

You ever wonder what it means to finally limit your dreams 

Then realize that everything, it just ain't what it seems 

Uh, yeah, I thought I wanted to be the greatest alive 

Until I realized that being the greatest is just a lie 

Like the opening words in this verse 

That as soon as they disperse make other rappers converse 

I'm glad to put in you a hearse, real talk fuck rap 

I hate and I love it 'cause it's so negative 

Everybody selfish, nobody wanna give 

A helping hand to the next man, well fuck you then 

Fuck your ethnicity we all one 

'Cause when my last album dropped you know we all won 

Yeah that shit went number 1 so everybody won I said 

"Yeah that shit went number 1 so everybody won" (Yeah)