Ms Banks - Really lyrics

[Intro: Ms Banks] Yo I go by the name of Ms Banks And I represent all the real chicks Staying true to themself True to their word Getting money But what I can't take is these fake chicks Acting like they're about it Or like they're on sh** Like really? Really? [Verse 1: Ms Banks] Really, really, really, really, really, really Chickens talk tough, better get it popping like a jilly If you want it blud, I'ma slap a motherf**er silly Waste specimen, your daddy should'a wore a jimmy [?] n***a, I'm just saving up my pennies Pound, pound, dollars, yeah I wanna see many Just a brown chick that's about sh** And my shape coke bottle with a kick like Henny f**'s wrong with these dumb f**s Hear word or get f**ed up I feel like these n***as be testing me We can get swinging like nunchucks Dunno why I let sh** phase me When they're stiff and I'm f**ing wavey I'm just doing me, so they wanna hate How you got energy to hate when you're f**ing lazy? [Bridge 1: Ms Banks] Yeah b**h Cause you wouldn't hate if you was doing sh** Or just maybe, you ain't doing enough Here's a piece of advice, do something you love I don't give a f** Cause really, really, really, really Man, my heart's turned chilly I've been about in South like a f**ing hillybilly [?], I'm down, you already know the dealy Money on my mind, man I wanna make a milli Running to the money, no I never delay Hit a jackpot, then I go do a relay Ay DJ, tell me can I get a replay Flow yeezy, n***a I can do this all day [Verse 2: Ms Banks] Oh, I've had enough You can act bougie with your fancy stuff I can look cla**y and be ratchet Still banging jollof while my pocket's buff See the life we live, we blame it on the struggle I love this sh**, it made me f**ing hustle n***a's 18, already moving keys I was moving hard before you pumped a muscle I love life and money loves me I couldn't stress over sh** that was man made I've been doing this for a little while And make a paycheck on the f**ing stage Man, that sh**'s kinda rude, though But I was just being honest But my heart's clean, I show gratitude and I pay homage [Bridge 2: Ms Banks] Believed in in my dreams, couple friends couldn't hear me though So I just thought "alright, keep it minimal" Now more time they only see me on the videos And if I see 'em on board I'm like "cheerio" Waste gyal, move digital But they don't really want it in the physcial Old dons f**ing with me cause I'm lyrical s** your mum, 3 syllables I'm on some new sh** Still the same b**h, but on a new page I'm tired of being boxed in You can 'form dons I'm living in a cage I didn't come here to do a sh** job That I don't like, for a sh** wage When I get paid for my new song Every verse you hear will be f**ing rage