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If We Being Rëal

Yeat

Hip-Hop/Rap

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If We Being Rëal [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
Javier Mercado
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
Louis Esposito
Louis Esposito
Songwriter
Spencer Mott
Spencer Mott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Synthetic
Synthetic
Producer
Perdu
Perdu
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mastering Engineer
Dreamr
Dreamr
Producer
Radiate
Radiate
Producer
LRBG
LRBG
Producer
fendii
fendii
Producer
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Mixing Engineer

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I had to let a little off, yeah I had to cut the pill off, yeah But if we bein' real though, yeah Nah, I don't never feel nothin' (yeah, yeah) I'm steady jumpin' the gun, yeah, I do it for fun You act like you do it for real, but, no, you is not one of us You never could come inside of this buildin' we run Inside of this world we run, we do it for us No, we don't fuck with one of them at all, at all We don't fuck with you at all (No, no) no, I won't pick up your calls, uh No, l don't like you at all I kind of wanna see you fall I keep on chasin' the highs, I know I could never get back So I'm always on low And I got eyes on the back of my head, I got eyes everywhere So I know where you go (yeah, yeah) I could drop ties in this bitch Drop like flies in this bitch I cut ties in this bitch I'll cut ties in your face Yeah, cut you like a lace Nothin' I do could be replaced That's why I'm livin' out in space I take the money to another level I take the plane to another level I take the heights to a newer level I take gettin' high to a newer level Keep diggin' your grave, I'll pass you the shovel, yeah I ain't mean to burst your bubble But I ain't into makin' change, I'ma stay the same, bring it to my level If we bein' real, I don't know how to feel I been overseas (I been overseas), you been on your knees You been beggin', "Please" (you been beggin', "Please"), it's nothin' left to see It's nothin' left to feel, why you in the field? (Why you in the field?) Why you so real? (Why you so real?) Tell me how you feel, huh (tell me how you feel) Why you make me feel the way I feel? Will you make me feel better? (Will you make me feel better?) Always clashin' heads, yeah With somebody who think they know better (who think they know better) Who the fuck is you? Got better things to do I don't got time to waste, I just need my space It's a couple things that I can feel, but I can't feel my face It's a couple things that I wish I could, but I can't replace I think it's a sickness, bein' so selfish, yeah I'm in need of a witness They always tell me, yeah, "Never forget this" I forget everything, I don't even know where my tip is And I'll change everything, I don't know how l'll top this
Writer(s): Noah Olivier Smith, Louis Esposito, Javier Mercado, Eric Kjell Jowett, Spencer Allen Mott, Gabriel St Onge, Joey Santino Fenderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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