Return of the Jiggy lyrics

[Intro]
(YoSixty, run the beat back)
(Major, that's you?)
(FastLife)
(Mm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
Grrah

[Chorus]
I'm a real n*gga, so I'm doin' real sh*t, I'm tryna see n*ggas eat
n*ggas be dumb, how you gon' step in the field when you ain't come outside with your cleats?
And I feel like it's no competition no more, n*ggas got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, b*tches be talkin' to me
I'm a real n*gga, so I'm doin' real sh*t, I'm tryna see n*ggas eat
n*ggas be dumb, how you gon' step in the field when you ain't come outside with your cleats?
And I feel like it's no competition no more, n*ggas got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, b*tches be talkin' to me

[Verse]
Now I'm famous, got these n*ggas sick
If you hatin' on me, don't react to my sh*t
That n*gga thirty years old behind a computer, tryna get rich off of our sh*t
Like, like, you gotta stop it
They gon' talk 'cause I'm a trendin' topic
Don't give a f*ck who see me as a rebel, whatever he jack, I'ma drop it
Louis V, I used to tote the gun up on my waist, but now I got it in my pocket
You can die to the beat like Rocky, run up on me, I'ma flock it
n*gga, you ain't do sh*t to nobody, why would I say you were coppin'?
Most of these pus*y n*ggas really folded, but me and brothers is locked in
[Chorus]
I'm a real n*gga, so I'm doin' real sh*t, I'm tryna see n*ggas eat
n*ggas be dumb, how you gon' step in the field when you ain't come outside with your cleats?
And I feel like it's no competition no more, n*ggas got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, b*tches be talkin' to me
I'm a real n*gga, so I'm doin' real sh*t, I'm tryna see n*ggas eat
n*ggas be dumb, how you gon' step in the field when you ain't come outside with your cleats?
And I feel like it's no competition no more, n*ggas got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, b*tches be talkin' to me