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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tierra Whack
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tierra Whack
Composer
Jesse Wendell Mapson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J Melodic
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kenete Simms
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Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oh, will the real nigga please stand up?
And all the fake sit down
Hold your head, hold your crown, mm
Oh, will the real nigga please stand up?
And all the fake sit down
Let me fix my crown
Mm, Big Whack 'cause I eat a lot
Bitches always beggin' 'cause they need a lot
Car came with instructions, I don't read a lot
I come from the bottom, gotta feed the block, mm
I don't need a chair, always come prepared
I am like the mayor, I am not the mayor
Gotta say a prayer 'fore I leave the house
Coat hangin' off my shoulder, gotta see the blouse, mm
Helmut Lang, don't I look scrumptious? Mm
He keep starin' at me like he want this, mm
Million dollar, you cannot afford this
If I wanted, I could make the Forbes list, mm
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead (and I just can't seem to understand)
Dead, dead, dead, dead (where you're comin' from, my brother)
(I guess I'm just not like y'all)
Yeah (not like y'all)
Oh, will the real nigga please stand up?
And all the fake sit down
Hold your head, hold your crown, mm
Oh, will the real nigga please stand up?
And all the fake sit down
Let me fix my crown
I really only smile just to show my grill
Rather have the skill than the sex appeal
Signed a Lego deal just so I could build
Hammer time, baby, this is not a drill, mm
Six feet, nigga, you ain't lookin' like
Straight edge, hangin' with the crooked type
First class, told Yeefy, "Book the flight"
We are not the same, we just look alike, mm
I can't trust a soul, got the guacamol'
Lotta people bold, but in person, fold, mm
You are not thurl, you're plastic, mm
I am not the queen? Sarcastic, mm
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead (and I just can't seem to understand)
Dead, dead, dead, dead (where you're comin' from, my brother)
(I guess I'm just not like y'all)
Yeah (not like y'all)
Oh, will the real nigga please stand up?
And all the fake sit down
Hold your head, hold your crown, mm
Oh, will the real nigga please stand up?
And all the fake sit down
Let me fix my crown
Writer(s): Tierra Sharday Whack-welton, Jesse Wendell Mapson
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