Lyrics

The Underachievers – Really Got It Lyrics

(Verse 1)
All my ni**as really got it, all my ni**as really bout it
All my ni**as really winning, got these ni**as sobbing
If I pull up, then she popping
See you ni**as jocking, they can’t spend a ni**a’s watch
She the Batman, I’m the Robin
She lieutenant, I’m the sergeant
Told me shoot em, then I got em
Pop a ni**a for the profit

(Verse 2)
Ni**as can’t bang with the coast
Got ties for the locs, got pies for the low
Shooters in the back, don’t try with the bro
Jet lag, drop a ni**a different time zone
Red pack grader, only came for the dough
Try to trespass, hear the press saying that you don’t
Now your mama hear the press saying that you gone
Shoulda never went against Super Saiyan, go home

(Verse 3)
Ni**a elevated, sorry out your reach
Keep my circle tight, avoid the frenemies
Ni**a mind the coupe, I call it referee
Stomp a ni**a like a f**king centipede
Out in Cali buying out dispensaries
Smoke alone, a ni**a never pass the weed
All my ni**as really gunning for the cheese
All my ni**as really ready for the beef

(Pre Chorus)
All my ni**as be one with the enemy
Still young so we sinning, 100 dollar billing
All of my ni**as came up from the bottom
And ain’t gon stop winning til we hit the ceiling
All of my ni**as are down for my ni**as
I ride for, I pull out a motherf**king iPhone
My ni**as gon blow like atomic
I promise I’m good with the cheese like some nachos

(Chorus)
All my ni**as really got it, all my ni**a really got it
All my ni**as really, all my ni**as really got it
All my ni**as really got it, all my ni**as really
All my ni**as really got it, all my ni**as really got it
All my ni**as really, all my ni**as really got it
All my ni**as really got it, all my ni**as really

(Verse 5)
Honest to death I spot the realest
Let the caterpillars move as one in every step
Average ni**as wasn’t posed to be this fresh
No average ni**as in my circle or my set
Type of ni**a put in work in while you slept
All my ni**as put in work in, gotta Tek
In the kitchen I’m the colonel, I’m the chef
Introduce you to this high, no coming back

(Verse 6)
Watch, I see the feds, they always watching
But I keep on smoking, ni**a never stopping
Drinking Hennessy, a liquor remedy
Mix that OG in the pot, that recipe
Fly to Paris just to kick it for the week
Walk through TSA, I bet they smell the tree
F**k it ni**a, I just dodged a felony
Smoking reefer til the father set me free

(Repeat Pre Chorus & Chorus)