reaL one
I don't want to walk around feeling insecure
Niggas try to talk you down thinking they important
So I'm Stacking up my own I ain't giving it to jordan
Investing in my soul like you do it with a mortgage
Maybe you can try it
Baby get so minded
Don't need to listen to outsiders
They always tryna get inside ya
Scrolling through online, seeing all you bitches trying
So hard to be alike, and you want to be reminded
How beautiful you are
Pay attention to the likes yeah but never can evolve
Cause you stuck up in a cycle yeah
What you hate about yourself are the best parts
Girl fuck a BBL where your stretch marks?
What you fucking up your health to impress for?
If we have a convo, yo I bet I'ma get bored
Covered up in all those lies
That ain't real you just modified
Fuck sex girl what's on your mind?
Shit I hope I didn't cross the line
I just got to be real
Niggas caught in they feelings
Keep them all on they heels
Now they walking all different
It's got to be real
Fake love don't want it yeah yeah
I'ma be real
I think you all are crazy
Doc need to chill
Just love your body baby
Fuck how they fell
That's how my momma' raised me
Fuck the pen where herb at?
Stay high when it rain like a bird bath
Got my niggas back like a shirt tag
Solid how we stay Like a firm ass
Bet you wouldn't want to slap me
Everything I do it for the family
Fast how I moving like I can't feast
Niggas slow, getting stupid from the xani
Can't see, blind
Steady chillin with a baddie, vibes
Started pulling up my damn levis
When I'm working man I can't be nice
Hard to understand how these cats move
Nigga you ain't getting fans cause wack fool
And Bitch not every man trying to smash you
Only important on the gram cause your ass huge
It's got to be real
Fake love don't want it yeah yeah
I'ma be real
I think you all are crazy
Doc need to chill
Just love your body baby
Fuck how they fell
That's how my momma' raised me
It's got to be real
Fake love don't want it yeah yeah
I'ma be real
I think you all are crazy
Doc need to chill
Just love your body baby
Fuck how they fell
That's how my momma' raised me
I'm so high yeah
Smoking real gas
I don't give a damn
Fuck how you feel
Niggas try to talk you down thinking they important
So I'm Stacking up my own I ain't giving it to jordan
Investing in my soul like you do it with a mortgage
Maybe you can try it
Baby get so minded
Don't need to listen to outsiders
They always tryna get inside ya
Scrolling through online, seeing all you bitches trying
So hard to be alike, and you want to be reminded
How beautiful you are
Pay attention to the likes yeah but never can evolve
Cause you stuck up in a cycle yeah
What you hate about yourself are the best parts
Girl fuck a BBL where your stretch marks?
What you fucking up your health to impress for?
If we have a convo, yo I bet I'ma get bored
Covered up in all those lies
That ain't real you just modified
Fuck sex girl what's on your mind?
Shit I hope I didn't cross the line
I just got to be real
Niggas caught in they feelings
Keep them all on they heels
Now they walking all different
It's got to be real
Fake love don't want it yeah yeah
I'ma be real
I think you all are crazy
Doc need to chill
Just love your body baby
Fuck how they fell
That's how my momma' raised me
Fuck the pen where herb at?
Stay high when it rain like a bird bath
Got my niggas back like a shirt tag
Solid how we stay Like a firm ass
Bet you wouldn't want to slap me
Everything I do it for the family
Fast how I moving like I can't feast
Niggas slow, getting stupid from the xani
Can't see, blind
Steady chillin with a baddie, vibes
Started pulling up my damn levis
When I'm working man I can't be nice
Hard to understand how these cats move
Nigga you ain't getting fans cause wack fool
And Bitch not every man trying to smash you
Only important on the gram cause your ass huge
It's got to be real
Fake love don't want it yeah yeah
I'ma be real
I think you all are crazy
Doc need to chill
Just love your body baby
Fuck how they fell
That's how my momma' raised me
It's got to be real
Fake love don't want it yeah yeah
I'ma be real
I think you all are crazy
Doc need to chill
Just love your body baby
Fuck how they fell
That's how my momma' raised me
I'm so high yeah
Smoking real gas
I don't give a damn
Fuck how you feel
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Writer(s): Isaiah Davis
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