積分
演出藝人
Lil Boosie
聲樂
Webbie
聲樂
Kiara
聲樂
詞曲
Jeremy Reid
詞曲創作
Torence Hatch
詞曲創作
W. Gradney
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
J. Reid
製作人
歌詞
[Verse 1]
I just wanna show the world
That I really do this shit
That I really make quality the street music
Know what I'm talking about?
And it ain't no mistake that I'm this good
I just been seeing a lot, know what I'm talking about?
[Verse 2]
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my brother
Ya gotta feel it, lil hustler
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my ****
Ya gotta feel it, lil ****
[Verse 3]
I got my own voice
I sing my own hooks
Fresh fade, nice smile
Got my own look
I just like to make people happy
Four kids, I just like being a good daddy
But I'm a gangster and I rock show
A people person so you know Lil Boosie got hoes
That ain't hoes that's a figure of speech
Get a lot of shit like that when ya listen to me
[Verse 4]
And for my fans, I love y'all
Straight up, y'all a part of me so when they hate
They hate us
Money keep a **** going
To better things
Man, I take it to the bank I don't make it rain
But I'm fly like Weezie
Plus the hood ****
Man, they believe me like Jeezy
And I just like to have a good time
Hit the yo, smoke one and put my life in my rhymes
[Verse 5]
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my brother
Ya gotta feel it, lil' hustler
We gonna show the world
The definition of real shit, my ****
Ya gotta feel it, lil' ****
[Verse 6]
Father forgive me I was raised on some real shit
So I can't sugar coat it, not a little bit
Inside I'm sad about my dad
Since I lost my grams I ain't been giving a damn
But I still hold my head high
And sometimes I cry
But when I cry, man, I don't know why
I feel trapped, to be a superstar
A hundred thousand word for jury to end it
And I spin it, with no problem
[Verse 7]
You don't like bad ass then that's your problem
Hear my beat, wouldn't give a damn if the hoes holler
Low 'cause low broads with a page
Ain't never had shit so I'm flashy
I work hard go and get it on a room
Seven my run, seven fifty off a shows get it?
I'm hood rich
Still smoking that good shit
Still got the same hood clicks (Straight up)
[Verse 8]
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my brother
Ya gotta feel it, lil hustler
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my ****
Ya gotta feel it, lil ****, Boosie Badazz
[Verse 9]
I told my teacher to her eyes I'm gonna make it there
She didn't even look surprised at me, another F
Or a fucking D
Happy, ya gotta see
Fuck the world
Baby, whatever you want to be
Ain't nothing like a strong mind
And some confidence
Whenever you step out of line there's a concequence
We all over seas
We puffing weed
We'll make a **** bleed
Yes, in-fucking-deed
[Verse 10]
Seven forty seven, yeah, in a 747
On the real we gotta be a couple miles from heaven
The world tried to pull a Donald we ain't fucking let it
I would have did some of it different but I don't regret it
That's one thing about me though I never been a quitter
That Cesar shit crazy, shout out to the hospital
Rest in peace, Ma
I'ma be on TV
Young savage bleeds on, trail family
[Verse 11]
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my brother
Ya gotta feel it, lil hustler
We gonna show the world
The definition of real shit, my ****
Ya gotta feel it, lil ****
Written by: Güney demir

