作词 : Megan Pete/Anthony Holmes
作曲 : Megan Pete/Anthony Holmes
[Intro]
Ayy
[Verse 1]
I ain't perfect, but anything I did to any of you niggas, y'all deserved it
You see me in that mode, don't disturb me when I'm workin'
Lil' ***** you better back up, don't know what be in these purses
And I ain't sayin' "Excuse me", 'cause I did that shit on purpose
Yeah, you see a star up in this *****
You know I brought a hundred black cards in this *****
Knees freak, I don't like nobody touchin' on my shit
So you know I had to bring my own bottles in this *****
Ridin' by myself, shoppin' bag in the backseat
Niggas with they money to they ear don't attract me
Fly out the country, let a prince nigga bag me
Nympho, wanna do a nigga pockets nasty
******* hatin' on me, but it's cool, niggas love me
Body bangin', I ain't had to let the doctor cut me
Sick of bein' humble, 'cause you ******* don't respect that
And the next one of y'all hoes wanna get bold, I'm gon' check that
And the next one of y'all blogs wanna spread lies, I'm gon' sue you
And the next ***** that break my NDA, I'm goin' for you too
Now listen to me, I'm givin' you ******* a warning
You gon' have to pay me forever tryna be corny
I'm from the city of the drink sippers, slidin' 'round, paint drippers
******* so bad, got the famous niggas stage dippers
Poppin' all the music, so you know I'm kinda screwed up
Wrist so icy, turn a drank into a cool cup
Goin' through so some shit, so I gotta stay busy
Bough a 'Rari, I can't let the shit I'm thinkin' catch up with me
If they say the see me outside of a bookie, then that was kizzy
Barely bein' home, but I still put on for my city
[Chorus]
Damn, where the real ******* at?
I'm finna bring real ******* back
Where's all the real niggas at?
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back
Damn, where the real ******* at?
I'm finna bring real ******* back
Where's all the real niggas at?
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back
[Verse 2]
How many more ways can I say that I'm the baddest *****?
I walk in and ******* grab they nigga, that's a compliment
'Cause you know in his head he wanna spread me like a condiment
He want me to make that glizzy disappear and swallow it
You know I keep it realer than real, ain't shit 'bout me fraudulent
They take all the hate that they got for me and they market it
When they shit ain't poppin', they use Megan for marketing
And they ain't got enough in they budget for me to talk to them
I know you hoes wish that I would get down and stay down
*****, make a move or get that shit up on the playground
'Cause I ain't finna stop until I make it to the tunnel
And I do anything my haters said I could not
And it look like a sign just be slidin' on my wrist watch
I hope that you ain't shoppin' when I'm shoppin', you get kicked out
I gotta watch my back, 'cause I forget that I'm the shit now
I walk up in the studio pissed off and lay that shit down
Matter fact, wait, stop, ***** I really rap
I be quick to check you ***** ******* like a pad
Kill a *****, all I need is a pistol and a pad
Let me get the beat, so they remember who I am
Damn, where the real ******* at?
I'm finna bring real ******* back
Where's all the real niggas at?
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back
Damn, where the real ******* at?
I'm finna bring real ******* back
Where's all the real niggas at?
Free the guys, bring the real niggas back
编辑于2022/08/14更新