Real Ones lyrics

[Intro]
Where the people fighting for the real ones
Excuse to end the rest and that's some real sh*t
They tryna milk a n*gga like a mac cow
And I would never go for the bullsh*t, Lord
Where the people fighting for the real ones
Where the people fighting for the real ones

[Verse 1]
Tired of pus*y n*ggas tryna cop out
Don't say my name, we ain't got sh*t to talk 'bout
I'm the reason you say everybody know now
Everybody wanna know how you're a hoe now
I kept your little secret kept it held down
I told you keep your hits then you sold out
Getting visits from that b*tch I flown out
I know you know yourself you should know better
You ain't really shared blood but its shared n*gga
Wouldn't have you singing on them hits n*gga
Let this be the last real sh*t
What kind of n*gga tell a man be a b*tch
Lord

[Outro]
Where the people fighting for the real ones
They tryna milk a n*gga like a Mac cow
Where the people fighting for the real ones

They tryna milk a n*gga like a Mac cow
And I would never go for the bullsh*t, Lord
Where the people fighting for the real ones
Where the people fighting for the real ones
Lord