"Im Real" lyrics
(Woah, woah) Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Purrr)
I'm back in the field (Field), crackin' on them seals (Let's go)
Tell me what's the deal (Skrrt), you don't think I'm real (Yo)
You don't think I'm real (Woah)
She on my body, I don't want her (Her), takin' 'em off like Gushers ('Shers)
What's the problem, buster? ('Ster) I can't wait to bust her (Her)
Diamonds yellow, mustard ('Stard), I'm a fellow rusher ('Sher)
I'ma get what's mine for sure (Yuh), I'ma get what's mine
I need better days (Huh), everyday I'm walkin' 'round like I'm a heavyweight (Heavyweight)
Don't you know you have my trust, I think it went away (Yeah)
I would never give a fuck 'bout how you take what I say (Yeah)
'Bouta spice this shit up like I'm walkin' 'round with ol' bae (Woo)
I been tryna stunt on niggas since the year head away (Damn)
And I turned one, yuh
Got a lighter on me, I just wanna burn some' (Burn some')
Bitch-ass niggas talkin', man, I thought I heard somethin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
Out of everyone I cut, you the worst one (Yeah, yeah)
Got a teacher, bitch, I also got a nurse once (Woah)
Knew this notion wasn't for me since the first one (Woah)
Now I'm goin' dumb like I ain't had no first one (On God)
But I did it, tho (Skrrt), huh
Broke niggas still pretend me, knockin' off your fifty, ho (Skrrt, skrrt, 'krrt)
Huh, all the colors on my body like Lucky Charms cereals (Skrrt, skrrt, 'krrt)
Yeah, the way that my niggas be steppin' in might be imperial (Woah, woah, woah)
And you know you inferior
You can do better than that shit that you was spewing (Skrrt)
I don't give a fuck and never wonder what the hell you doin' (Doin', doin', doin')
Since the sixth grade wasn't good at bein' no student (Stud-student)
Money language, niggas know that I'm mad fluent (Blatt, wow)
Sex language, think your bitch really mad fluent (Blaow, blah)
And you know me, so ready to get into it (Into it, into it, into it)
Got a V8 on the road, I think I'm intrudin' (Intrudin', intrudin', intrudin')
I know that bitch tryna sign this mail I think (Pow, pow, pow)
I don't give a fuck, all my niggas, they runnin' on Wock' (On Wock', on Wock')
And I might as well, I got my books
Pussies suck, then they stayin' stuck (Stuck)
I don't fuck with niggas like the Klux
I still look good in a tux (Tux)
Got a lot of things comin' up (Up)
Got a lot of things, yuh (Woah)
Huh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Purrr)
I'm back in the field (Field), crackin' on them seals (Let's go)
Tell me what's the deal (Skrrt), you don't think I'm real (Yo)
You don't think I'm real (Woah)
You can do better than that shit that you was spewing (Skrrt)
I don't give a fuck and never wonder what the hell you doin' (Doin', doin', doin')
Since the sixth grade wasn't good at bein' no student (Stud-student)
Money language, niggas know that I'm mad fluent (Blatt, wow)
Sex language, think your bitch really mad fluent (Blaow, blah)
And you know me, so ready to get into it (Into it, into it, into it)
Got a V8 on the road, I think I'm intrudin' (Intrudin', intrudin', intrudin')
I know that bitch tryna sign this mail I think (Pow, pow, pow)
Woah, thought I had it, I ain't have it
Woah, thought I had it, ayy, I ain't have it
I ain't have it
Yo
I'm back in the field (Field), crackin' on them seals (Let's go)
Tell me what's the deal (Skrrt), you don't think I'm real (Yo)
You don't think I'm real (Woah)
She on my body, I don't want her (Her), takin' 'em off like Gushers ('Shers)
What's the problem, buster? ('Ster) I can't wait to bust her (Her)
Diamonds yellow, mustard ('Stard), I'm a fellow rusher ('Sher)
I'ma get what's mine for sure (Yuh), I'ma get what's mine
I need better days (Huh), everyday I'm walkin' 'round like I'm a heavyweight (Heavyweight)
Don't you know you have my trust, I think it went away (Yeah)
I would never give a fuck 'bout how you take what I say (Yeah)
'Bouta spice this shit up like I'm walkin' 'round with ol' bae (Woo)
I been tryna stunt on niggas since the year head away (Damn)
And I turned one, yuh
Got a lighter on me, I just wanna burn some' (Burn some')
Bitch-ass niggas talkin', man, I thought I heard somethin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
Out of everyone I cut, you the worst one (Yeah, yeah)
Got a teacher, bitch, I also got a nurse once (Woah)
Knew this notion wasn't for me since the first one (Woah)
Now I'm goin' dumb like I ain't had no first one (On God)
But I did it, tho (Skrrt), huh
Broke niggas still pretend me, knockin' off your fifty, ho (Skrrt, skrrt, 'krrt)
Huh, all the colors on my body like Lucky Charms cereals (Skrrt, skrrt, 'krrt)
Yeah, the way that my niggas be steppin' in might be imperial (Woah, woah, woah)
And you know you inferior
You can do better than that shit that you was spewing (Skrrt)
I don't give a fuck and never wonder what the hell you doin' (Doin', doin', doin')
Since the sixth grade wasn't good at bein' no student (Stud-student)
Money language, niggas know that I'm mad fluent (Blatt, wow)
Sex language, think your bitch really mad fluent (Blaow, blah)
And you know me, so ready to get into it (Into it, into it, into it)
Got a V8 on the road, I think I'm intrudin' (Intrudin', intrudin', intrudin')
I know that bitch tryna sign this mail I think (Pow, pow, pow)
I don't give a fuck, all my niggas, they runnin' on Wock' (On Wock', on Wock')
And I might as well, I got my books
Pussies suck, then they stayin' stuck (Stuck)
I don't fuck with niggas like the Klux
I still look good in a tux (Tux)
Got a lot of things comin' up (Up)
Got a lot of things, yuh (Woah)
Huh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Purrr)
I'm back in the field (Field), crackin' on them seals (Let's go)
Tell me what's the deal (Skrrt), you don't think I'm real (Yo)
You don't think I'm real (Woah)
You can do better than that shit that you was spewing (Skrrt)
I don't give a fuck and never wonder what the hell you doin' (Doin', doin', doin')
Since the sixth grade wasn't good at bein' no student (Stud-student)
Money language, niggas know that I'm mad fluent (Blatt, wow)
Sex language, think your bitch really mad fluent (Blaow, blah)
And you know me, so ready to get into it (Into it, into it, into it)
Got a V8 on the road, I think I'm intrudin' (Intrudin', intrudin', intrudin')
I know that bitch tryna sign this mail I think (Pow, pow, pow)
Woah, thought I had it, I ain't have it
Woah, thought I had it, ayy, I ain't have it
I ain't have it
Yo
