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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tierra Whack
Tierra Whack
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tierra Whack
Tierra Whack
Composer
Jesse Wendell Mapson
Jesse Wendell Mapson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J Melodic
J Melodic
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kenete Simms
Kenete Simms
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Oh, will the real **** please stand up
And all the fake sit down?
Hold your head, hold your crown, hmm
And will the real **** please stand up
And all the fake sit down?
Let me fix my crown
[Verse 3]
Big whack 'cause I eat a lot
Bitches always begging 'cause they need a lot
Car came with instructions, I don't read a lot
I come from the bottom, gotta feed the block
I dont need a chair, always come prepared
I am like the mayor, I am not the mayor
Gotta say a prayer 'fore I leave the house
Coat hanging off my shoulder, gotta see the blouse
Helmut Lang, don't I look scrumptious?
He keep staring at me like he want this
Million dollar, you cannot afford this
If I wanted I could make the Forbes list
[Verse 4]
(And I just can't seem to understand where you're coming from, my brother
Guess I'm just not like ya) Yeah
(Not like ya)
[Verse 5]
Oh, will the real **** please stand up
And all the fake sit down?
Hold your head, hold your crown, hmm
And will the real **** please stand up
And all the fake sit down?
Let me fix my crown
[Verse 6]
I really only smile just to show my grill
Rather have the skill than the sex appeal
Signed a Lego deal just so I can build
Hammer time baby, this is not a drill
Six feet ****, you ain't lookin right
Straight edge hanging with the crooked type
First class, told Yeefy book the flight
We are not the same, we just look alike
I can't trust a soul, got the guacamole
Lotta people bold but in person fold
You are not thurl, you're plastic
I am not the queen? Sarcastic
[Verse 7]
(And I just can't seem to understand where you're coming from, my brother
Guess I'm just not like ya) Yeah
(Not like ya)
[Verse 8]
Oh, will the real **** please stand up
And all the fake sit down?
Hold your head, hold your crown, hmm
And will the real **** please stand up
And all the fake sit down?
Let me fix my crown
Written by: Jesse Wendell Mapson, Tierra Whack
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