[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***a, so I'm doin' real shit, I'm tryna see n***as eat
N***as 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***as got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, bitches be talkin' to me
I'm a real n***a, so I'm doin' real shit, I'm tryna see n***as eat
N***as 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***as got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, bitches be talkin' to me

[Verse]
Now I'm famous, got these n***as sick
If you hatin' on me, don't react to my shit
That n***a thirty years old behind a computer, tryna get rich off of our shit
Like, like, you gotta stop it
They gon' talk 'cause I'm a trendin' topic
Don't give a fuck 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***a, you ain't do shit to nobody, why would I say you were coppin'?
Most of these pussy n***as really folded, but me and brothers is locked in
[Chorus]
I'm a real n***a, so I'm doin' real shit, I'm tryna see n***as eat
N***as 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***as got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, bitches be talkin' to me
I'm a real n***a, so I'm doin' real shit, I'm tryna see n***as eat
N***as 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***as got tricked off the streets
Return of the Jiggy, they mad I get vibey, bitches be talkin' to me