I'm Not Real

Passport, filling it up with stamps
 Set a camp up on my land, swarm the rivers of Japan
 She keep on asking for a rack so I ran
 Looking back, like you can't see who I am
 Think my bitch don't know me no more
 'Cause every time she's sad I can't console her no more
 If money buy you love, then love's not enough
 So tell me why you're on your knees, crying to the floor?
 If you had the chance, would you take the time you need to make it right?
 The clouds are gray, but would you pay the price to paint them white?
 Might have a baby on the way, 'cause I been going in raw
 It feels better, that real pleasure
 I'm not real, I think I never was
 I get a rush every time she let me get a touch
 I need to feel that (love)
 I need to feel that (pain)
 My garden hasn't been growing so can you bring that (rain)
 I keep my head up (high)
 A little fed up (lies)
 They always tell me where my mind is on this LP
 I don't exist
 Hieroglyphics
 Pyrotechnics
 Metaphysics
 Telekinetics put 50k on my credit card
 Look for the answers, I'm searching, but I ain't getting far
 Let's get it on, I'm royal like Tenenbaums in Lebanon
 Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone
 Point me to the road, and I'ma run it
 Bloodhound with my nose to the money
 Ain't fucking with these hoes
 Getting dockets 'til I die
 While my foes busy running, fuck it
 Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public
 Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle
 Like, who didn't test yet? Test this
 Few new rules in effect, bitch
 Yeah, see this a rather spooky action movie
 Roll it up and pass it to me
 Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie
 See a creature, ass beauty
 Need a feature, rather shoot me
 Truly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi
 Had to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming
 Past the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming
 Back to doing cash pursuing
 Posted up like Patrick Ewing
 Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two
 These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship
 Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it
 Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices
 Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly
 He and I are not the same
 Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain
 Money in machines, those will make you change
 If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain
 But I can't complain
 Point me to the road, and I'ma run it
 Bloodhound with my nose to the money
 Ain't fucking with these hoes
 Getting dockets 'til I die
 While my foes busy running, fuck it
 Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public
 Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle
 Like, who didn't test yet? Test this
 Few new rules in effect, bitch