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