CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Work of Art
Yo, this your boy DJ Paul, KOM
Man, what the f**k's up with these n***as, man?
Since when is it cool to be a b*t*h ass n***a, huh?
What happened to all the real n***as?
n***as that would pull up and blast your motherf**kin' ass by the parking meter
Not put you on blast on social media
How the f**k is beatin' pu**y the old days
And bein' a pu**y is the new wave?
It was easier to find Bin Laden in a motherf**kin' cave across seas
Than to find a real n***a on your own motherf**kin' street
'Cause they lockin' em all up and throwin' away the key
Then you got the ones that's safe, the ones that'll tell us, they say
Not the ones that's rebellious, they said
"Hide them motherf**kers"
I say f**k all these motherf**kin' f**k ass, sucka ass, fake ass
Motherf**kin' b*t*h n***as out here
Mafia
I got a queen by my side, b*t*h, I don't need a side chick
f**k you and your fake ass, f**k you and your fake tits
Who give a f**k if I'm rich? I don't need autotune
Boy, don't play with my pitch
Boy, don't f**k with my drip
This the sh*t that they missed, I'm out here signin' like Flint
This as real as it get, I want my kids to be great
I don't want my kids to be straight, I want my kids to own things
I don't want my kids to own rings, I want my kids to own teams
I don't want my kids to be blind, I don't want my kids to get signed
I want my kids to go grind, and find what they lack inside
Then be surrounded by like minds, look
n***as prob'ly like, "that's too deep", but that's the burden
When you're wise enough to move sheep
You can manifest a dream, but you're too sleep
Everybody see the problem, only few speak
All of you n***as is corny, still ain't find your swag and you up in your 40s, be wifin' a stripper that's f**kin' the homies
And duckin' outta takin' care of your shorty, clown
It's like somehow the real n***as and lame n***as just switched positions, I just don't get it
But I will never conform so if you don't f**k with me
Don't make me no difference
I will not make music that send you to prison
Or have you strung out, I see the bigger picture
This world is scarin' me, real is a rarity, sellin' your soul
For a lil' popularity, ugh
Man, what the f**k's up with these n***as, man?
Since when is it cool to be a b*t*h ass n***a, huh?
What happened to all the real n***as?
n***as that would pull up and blast your motherf**kin' ass by the parking meter
Not put you on blast on social media
How the f**k is beatin' pu**y the old days
And bein' a pu**y is the new wave?
It was easier to find Bin Laden in a motherf**kin' cave across seas
Than to find a real n***a on your own motherf**kin' street
'Cause they lockin' em all up and throwin' away the key
Then you got the ones that's safe, the ones that'll tell us, they say
Not the ones that's rebellious, they said
"Hide them motherf**kers"
I say f**k all these motherf**kin' f**k ass, sucka ass, fake ass
Motherf**kin' b*t*h n***as out here
Mafia
I got a queen by my side, b*t*h, I don't need a side chick
f**k you and your fake ass, f**k you and your fake tits
Who give a f**k if I'm rich? I don't need autotune
Boy, don't play with my pitch
Boy, don't f**k with my drip
This the sh*t that they missed, I'm out here signin' like Flint
This as real as it get, I want my kids to be great
I don't want my kids to be straight, I want my kids to own things
I don't want my kids to own rings, I want my kids to own teams
I don't want my kids to be blind, I don't want my kids to get signed
I want my kids to go grind, and find what they lack inside
Then be surrounded by like minds, look
n***as prob'ly like, "that's too deep", but that's the burden
When you're wise enough to move sheep
You can manifest a dream, but you're too sleep
Everybody see the problem, only few speak
All of you n***as is corny, still ain't find your swag and you up in your 40s, be wifin' a stripper that's f**kin' the homies
And duckin' outta takin' care of your shorty, clown
It's like somehow the real n***as and lame n***as just switched positions, I just don't get it
But I will never conform so if you don't f**k with me
Don't make me no difference
I will not make music that send you to prison
Or have you strung out, I see the bigger picture
This world is scarin' me, real is a rarity, sellin' your soul
For a lil' popularity, ugh
