作词 : Jason Mills/Salaam Gibbs/Jazmine Sullivan/Deandre Way/James Blake Litherland
 作曲 : Jason Mills/Salaam Gibbs/Jazmine Sullivan/Deandre Way/James Blake Litherland
I aim my pistol at your heart
Is He Real? (Back on my bullshit, Michael what?)
That's how I know it's really beating
Is He Real? (Back on my bullshit, Michael what?
Is He Real? (Back on my bullshit, Michael what?)
I was your band-aid at the start
Is He Real? (I'm back on my bullshit, Michael what?
Is He Real? (Back on my bullshit, Michael what?)
But now I'd rather see you bleeding
Is He Real? (I'm back on my bullshit, Michael what?
Is He Real? (Back on my bullshit, Michael what?)
Is He Real? (Back on my bullshit)
Pull up on you, white Beamer, that's Cool Whip
Is He Real? (****ing see him, they screaming, they drool quick)
Is He Real? (Colosseums, I see 'em, my tour shit)
Got me thinking like, I ain't got love in my heart
For nobody that ain't got love from the start
My stepfather text me and told me that mama died
Ain't have the ***** for a call
Now he just taking the house and the wealth
Keep the life insurance bread for himself
Is He Real? (Had the nerve to move a b***h in the house)
And told grandma and grandpa he kicking 'em out
I aim my pistol at your heart
Is He Real? (Back on my bullshit, Michael what?)
That's how I know it's really beating
Is He Real? (Back on my bullshit, Michael what?
Is He Real? (Back on my bullshit, Michael what?)
I was your band-aid at the start
Is He Real? (I'm back on my bullshit, Michael what?
Is He Real? (Back on my bullshit, Michael what?)
But now I'd rather see you bleeding
Is He Real? (Back on my bullshit, Michael what?
I'm back on my bullshit, Michael
(One, two, three, four)
Is He Real? (Back on my bullshit)
Pull up on you, white Bimmer, that's Cool Whip
Is He Real? (****ing see him, they screaming, they drool quick)
Is He Real? (Colosseums, I see 'em, my tour shit)
In my mind got your BM, in my DM
Tryna pull up in the PM, ain't no leaving
**** with the gang and they leave ya with a seizure
Operation you gon need your anesthesia,
Spot you like cheetah
My watch is sick, the rocks is sick
I seen your d**k, the opposite
My watch is sick, the rocks is sick
I seen your d**k, the opposite
That's just the shit that I say
To contain all the hate that I have in my brain
All I have is complaints got me going insane
Yeah, I'm fly, but I wish I could jump off this plane
Can't nobody see the scars I got on my face
Can't nobody see the heart I had, don't remain
Every time it beats, I beat myself up with shame
That's the reason why I keep on aiming it (At your heart)