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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
PARTYNEXTDOOR
PARTYNEXTDOOR
Vocals
P. Reign
P. Reign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raynford Humphrey
Raynford Humphrey
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Jahron Brathwaite
Jahron Brathwaite
Songwriter
Brett Kruger
Brett Kruger
Songwriter
Stephen Kozmeniuk
Stephen Kozmeniuk
Songwriter
Zale Epstein
Zale Epstein
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
On my way downtown
For the girl who got the guarantee
Man, I killed the town
Seven-seater in the Cherokee
White on white Ghost
That's my little Amber Rose
Let the top peel back
Let 'Sauga see the MAC
Little shawty from the way
Used to have a thing for me
Take the bricks up out the Benz
Now the whole team straight
We ain't speaking for the city
We just talking bout the block
Yeah, the whole team hot
Yeah, the whole team hot and you know it
It's paper, we blow it
Those **** I roll with
They got the thing for the forty
Okay, we riding through
Yeah, that's what you're supposed to do
Yeah, when you the realest
[Verse 2]
The realest **** in the city
The realest **** in the city
The realest **** in the city
I wouldn't say realest **** alive
But I don't know none of these guys
The realest **** in the city
Those bitches there, they rolling with me
'Cause all the realest ****, they in the city
Wouldn't say the realest motherfucker alive
But I don't really give a fuck about those guys, oh, yeah
[Verse 3]
Raising hell
When I wrote this in the cell and posted bail
Man, my boy just got convicted for a M and got an L
When your mama got a rap sheet long as yours, you know it's real
Got a package through the mail
Whipped that then sold it to the mayor
I turn peasants into kings
I made winners outta losers
Say you love me, better suck me
I turn women into hoovers
Praise the Lord, hallelujah
Jesus pieces from the jeweler
Hate me screw you
Bitch, I started as your favorite rapper shooter
[Verse 4]
It's cold in the city, roll with the milli
Grind on ten, be home in a minute
Rap so long, I'll blow any minute
Just met a new chick that'll blow if I'm with it
[Verse 5]
Ride for the rep's
Dirty money, baby, life is a mess
No ice on your chest, I can tell why you're stressed
But I'm busy getting paid, I connect your connects, ooh
[Verse 6]
Realest **** in the city
The realest **** in the city
The realest **** in the city
I wouldn't say realest **** alive
But I don't know none of these guys
The realest **** in the city
Those bitches there, they rolling with me
'Cause all the realest ****, they in the city
Wouldn't say the realest motherfucker alive
But I don't really give a fuck about those guys, oh, yeah
[Verse 7]
This right here that trill shit
This that shit the hoes like
This that make that mill shit
Counting paper for the whole night
This that take your girl shit
California was a long flight
Rodeo drive, I spent 85
All my day one's, they load twice
To be blessed by the best
3 guns,  nothing less
When we on, fuck the best
And all my ****, they want the check
The money and the power, plus respect
And I promise nothing less
I'm repping my team
I put my whole hood on this cream
They gotta fuck with that
Word up we the
[Verse 8]
Realest **** in the city
The realest **** in the city
The realest **** in the city
I wouldn't say realest **** alive
But I don't know none of these guys
Realest **** in the city
Those bitches there, they rolling with me
'Cause all the realest **** they in the city
Wouldn't say the realest motherfucker alive
But I don't really give a fuck about those guys, oh yeah
[Verse 9]
Realest motherfucker alive
We the realest
We the realest
We the, we the realest ****
Written by: Brett Ryan Kruger, Jahron Brathwaite, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Raynford Humphrey, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Stephen Kozmeniuk, Zale Epstein
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