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MCVERTT - Hate The Real ft. 41 (Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, Ta-Ta) [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MCVERTT
MCVERTT
Vocals
41
41
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jennifer Akpofure
Jennifer Akpofure
Songwriter
Kyle-Henry Olatunde Fashiun
Kyle-Henry Olatunde Fashiun
Songwriter
Mohammed Kamara
Mohammed Kamara
Songwriter
Tasean Rive
Tasean Rive
Songwriter
Yuval Chain
Yuval Chain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MCVERTT
MCVERTT
Producer
Mohammed Kamara
Mohammed Kamara
Mixing Engineer
Uv Killin Em
Uv Killin Em
Producer

Lyrics

Grrah Grrah (MC, make another hit), grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah (project, project X) I don't know what to do Sip Wock', get on my mood Like, members, we deep in the stu' Push up, 40 gon' boom Sweep up the scene after poppin' a broom I told bro to go kuu Cups fright, mix it with Tris Now, I'm bout to get on my shit Roll up a blunt, I'm expressin' my pain Like, fuck, that shit hurt every day If it pull, would you walk through the rain? Is you gon' leave when I beg you to stay? Got too much on my plate I've been holdin' the weight I just think to myself I pop a pill like every day Give a fuck about wealth This shit not good for my health Is you gonna be there when I'm callin' for help? Like, I don't got nobody else In this world, they gon' hate when it's real Niggas need to be real with themselves Grrah, I'm really one of the realest Niggas buggin', I give 'em the belt Bitch, I ain't trippin' But these bitches be fuckin' for clout Netflix 'n Chill, we gon' fuck on a- Thoo-thootie, fuck on a couch I don't put trust to put faith in none of these bitches, they just want the life that I'm livin' Fu-fuck up, bitch I'm not committed Bet she don't can put my dick in her kitten Co-cop me a check, broke it up with the team And I told 'em that, "This is only the beginning" I got money, I'm feelin' complete Shit not the same if my niggas not winnin' Fif-fifteen we were still sharin' keys We was hungry together, now we gonna eat Feelin' myself when I pop me a P And my vision is blurry, I can't even read SV, please, pick up the pace Ds on my box, take 'em out on a chase Like, please, ease on the brakes I don't put trust to put faith in none of these bitches, they just want the life that I'm livin' Fu-fuck up, bitch, I'm not committed Bet she don't can put my dick in her- Roll up a blunt, I'm expressin' my pain Like, fuck, that shit hurt every day If it pull, would you walk through the rain? Is you gon' leave when I beg you to stay? Got too much on my plate I've been holdin' the weight I just think to myself I pop a pill like every day Give a fuck about wealth This shit not good for my health Is you gonna be there when I'm callin' for help? Like, I don't got nobody else In this world they gon' hate when it's real (hate when it's real) Niggas need to be real with themselves (real with themselves) Grrah, I'm really one of the realest Niggas buggin', I give 'em the belt (grrah, 41 shots to the head) Left all my Wock', I came thru' with the big Glocks Bitches love me, they stay at my wristwatch (stay on my wrist) He keep dissin', fuck around, get him shot I'm in the club, I'm vibin', watchin TikTok, drinkin' (damn-damn-damn) Grrah, I'm in the club, I'm vibin', watchin TikTok, thinkin' (damn-damn-damn) Who she be fuckin', when I'm not there, who the shorty be lovin'? (Damn) Grrah, diamonds on my body shinin' like disco (disco) Light-skin dump, with a fatty, bingo (yes) Thootie, say she jackin' my lingo (yes) It's a house on my neck, this shit weigh like a kilo (grrah) Know you can't put on this chain, bitch Put some respect on my name, bitch Movie theaters, come hop in the space ship (movie theaters) Movie theaters, she wanna be famous (movie theaters) Bussin', I'm on some lace shit I'm a beast, these bitches can not team it And a few own me some bread, better pay it (pussy) Huh, nigga give me that shit (gimme that shit) Thootie tryna gimme that shit (gimme that shit) Feel like Steph off of 30, I shoot, I won't brick (word to bro) All my chains on when I go back to the bricks (back to the trenches) Roll up a blunt, I'm expressin' my pain Like, fuck, that shit hurt every day If it pull, would you walk through the rain? Is you gon' leave when I beg you to stay? Got too much on my plate I've been holdin' the weight I just think to myself I pop a pill like every day Give a fuck about wealth This shit not good for my health Is you gonna be there when I'm callin' for help? Like, I don't got nobody else In this world they gon' hate when it's real Niggas need to be real with themselves Grrah, I'm really one of the realest Niggas buggin', I give 'em the belt
Writer(s): Jennifer Akpofure, Mohammed Kamara, Yuval Chain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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