Marci
Is it real
Is it real
What you say to me
What you said to me
It feels a lot better than when we started started
You pull the knife out quicker than I thought you would
Fucking with bum niggas done made you heartless heartless
I opened you up more than I thought I could
But now we done I can't feel the same way
Not with the same things
Don't do the same things
I'm not the same
But now we don't I can't feel the same way
I got some new things
I do some new things
I'm on to new things
Is it real is it real
What you say to me what you said to me
Baby it's alright
They can miss me with all that
I dropped my last shorty I just ain't never call back
No games with me
Don't come with controllers or headset
I rest less
Tryna fall asleep in a bank vault
That check clear make the money flip like a somersault
These niggas broke got they hands out like it's my fault
I wish I had a dime for every fuck I could give to em
My time slim like two blonde hoes who don't eat much
I'm stuck between a rock and a stone
Drunk and I barely made it home
Turning down the brightness on my phone
Bitch should've fucked me fore I left
Tryna hit the dm with the number I ain't even tryna text
Been humble had to stand up let my nuts down
Push the Benz buck fifty I don't give a fuck now
Is it real is it real
What you say to me what you said to me
Baby alright
Is it real
What you say to me
What you said to me
It feels a lot better than when we started started
You pull the knife out quicker than I thought you would
Fucking with bum niggas done made you heartless heartless
I opened you up more than I thought I could
But now we done I can't feel the same way
Not with the same things
Don't do the same things
I'm not the same
But now we don't I can't feel the same way
I got some new things
I do some new things
I'm on to new things
Is it real is it real
What you say to me what you said to me
Baby it's alright
They can miss me with all that
I dropped my last shorty I just ain't never call back
No games with me
Don't come with controllers or headset
I rest less
Tryna fall asleep in a bank vault
That check clear make the money flip like a somersault
These niggas broke got they hands out like it's my fault
I wish I had a dime for every fuck I could give to em
My time slim like two blonde hoes who don't eat much
I'm stuck between a rock and a stone
Drunk and I barely made it home
Turning down the brightness on my phone
Bitch should've fucked me fore I left
Tryna hit the dm with the number I ain't even tryna text
Been humble had to stand up let my nuts down
Push the Benz buck fifty I don't give a fuck now
Is it real is it real
What you say to me what you said to me
Baby alright
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Writer(s): Mcghee Peterson
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