How real is this?

Cyhi!

I'm from where them hammers rung

In Atlanta's slums

Pop a n***a sit and wait for a ambulance to come

I know if you a shooter by the way you handlin' the gun

Gamble and your done

Shells burn like candles in the sun

I'm not a fan of gun violence

Nor having a strap but get popped once

I swear you be scramblin' for one

But our plans was to get funds and skate off the set

So I mix the kush with the dro, to make all my weight stretch

I'm from where the dudes rob and argue all day about

Who's the best MC? Cyhi, Stacks or T.I

While doggin' the GBI

My bad I love Jeezy

But I'm still the best to ever do it and I ain't even put a CD out

So next time you say the A ain't got no lyricists

I just think you ain't got a taste this exquisite s**t

My verses are like Leviticus to the underprivileged

I make music for the world

You make music for a stripper-bitch-nigga

Black leather beret cap era

Guns at your capitol taking that measure

It's Huey n***a it's Huey n***a

Never been a victim, a rebel against the system

Lames wanna diss him and women just wanna kiss him

It's Huey n***a it's Huey n***a

This that God flow, what they nailed Jesus to the cross for

And he came back three days after he died flow

This Pablo, talkin' to kids in Chicago

Mob flow, this that midget New Jersey Drive flow

Side note, I wrote this rap with my eyes closed

Bravo, cause it came out clean as the mosque floor

Costco, hoes sellin' they twat for a car note

Benihanas and Roscoe's

Picasso, Nas mixed with a Pac flow

Rappers can't stand me, this that Grammy nod flow

Let me stop though, cause I'm goin' digital with the syllables

CyHi The Prynce, and I'm royalty like residuals

These hoes score me this suppose to be hospitable

When they in the house with a n***a that's not typical

This not fictional, I run this b***h like elliptical

Can another rapper come out of Atlanta if he not lyrical?

This that Chiraq where out of towners die at

I advise book your flight now and fly back

Gangland, bang dead, what you claim fam

Box Chevy is foreign buck 50 flow

Young n***a got bitches at the 50 do'

50 pack done good drop out 50 more

My city rough but I made it in it

Trap house look like it's where canes invented

Trust nobody even friends looking hate up in it

Riding dirty with your b***h smoking "wait a minute"

LA gon' ride with Drillinois and Decatur in it

Niggas snitching I'm like wait to win it

Nigga looking like a state defendant

My 4 door look like a 2 door

My 2 door look like a 4 door

I'm cuttin' up call me Zorro

Better smash in a body bag

Gimme a track and let me body that