Testo see the real - 21 Savage

Testo della canzone see the real (21 Savage), tratta dall'album american dream

My dog don't want nothin' out of life but to kill niggas
And they wonder why I'm still with 'em
All these Ms in the bank, I don't feel richer
I'ma step up in that way since a lil' nigga
Another body get dropped, I don't feel different
Took some Ls, but I'm still winnin'
You knew she was a thot, why you still with her?
When you tell somebody no, you see the real in 'em
Slidin' in a Benz
You know that's my brother, so we call each other twin
By the way we shake hands
Got it out the mud, but we grew up in the sand
You a shooter or a fan?
We can't get at you, then we gon' bring it to your mans
I don't do the Twitter rants
Brand new Desert Eagle, tryna stuff it in my pants
Check my net worth, I be dead fresh
All my hoes fine, got the best set
If I wanna cuff her, she arrested
Try to take my bitch, you get your neck slit
Call me Santa Claus 'cause I'm rich-rich
Put a Birkin bag on your wish list
Jumped in the DM and she missed it
My dog don't want nothin' out of life but to kill niggas
And they wonder why I'm still with 'em
All these Ms in the bank, I don't feel richer
I'ma step up in that way since a lil' nigga
Another body get dropped, I don't feel different
Took some Ls, but I'm still winnin'
You knew she was a thot, why you still with her?
When you tell somebody no, you see the real in 'em
Snitchin' is a no-no
Rappers wanna beef, but I ain't givin' niggas promo
Got your baby mama with me askin' for the coco
Not Chanel neither, nah, she wanna do the blow-blow
Hit her from the back, then I put her in a chokehold
Shit done got crazy, man, we fuckin' on the floor-floor
Sippin' on this syrup and it got me movin' slo-mo
She gon' take a charge if we run into the po-po
Walk 'em down 'til I'm tired
Give an opp a first-class ticket to the sky
Diamonds ice skatin', if you touch 'em, we gon' slide
Shut up, hit this hookah, you keep fuckin' up the vibe
She ain't mine, but I treat her like I love her
Pussy good, but I can't hit without no rubber
She start trippin', I'ma go and get another
My dog don't want nothin' out of life but to kill niggas
And they wonder why I'm still with 'em
All these Ms in the bank, I don't feel richer
I'ma step up in that way since a lil' nigga
Another body get dropped, I don't feel different
Took some Ls, but I'm still winnin'
You knew she was a thot, why you still with her?
When you tell somebody no, you see the real in 'em



Credits
Writer(s): Jocelyn Donald, Joshua Parker, Dylan Taylor Cleary-krell, Jordan Holt-may, She'yaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Jason A. Cornet
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