Real One

Mmm, nah nah, nah nah nah nah
Mmm, nah nah, nah nah nah nah
Mmm, nah nah, nah nah nah nah

Girl, you know you fuckin' with a real one
And I don't think you understand just how I'm coming
Young turnt nigga, from the 7 and I'm thugging
Take you to the mall, I can get you a lil' something
Everything I spend comin' back like it's nothing

Gymnast flexibility, the way I make my bands stretch
Niggas had my back and then they flipped, I had to land it
Thought my life was over, notice how I planned it
Criticism goes through one ear like I panned it

Bought a whip at 17, all cash and no payments
Probably sell it back and get a chauffeur when I'm famous
Did it on my own, troubled times made us
It really hit different when you get it out the basement

You know what it is, baby girl, ain't no question
Walk in with your nigga, but you left out in my section
You can come through, might as well bring your best friend
Me and my crew run it up and we flexing

And you can have it all if you ask for it
I'm givin' you my all but you grabbin' portions
Origami love cause you know I'm folding
If I see you with a nigga then you know I'm on 10

I can see it in your eyes, I know that you want me
I can see it in your eyes, I know that you want me
Lovin' all night up until the morning
Imma see you when I see you when I'm done performing

Brown-eyed bandit, bad lil' diva
She get nasty, think I need her
Fuck with me, I'm a high achiever
Call me Deej McGee, baby girl, it's nice to meet ya

Baby girl, you with a real one
I can tell that you can feel something
Heart so cold, let me heal ya

If you're real and I'm real and we're real
If you're real and I'm real and we're real



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Writer(s): Demetrius Johnson
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