Stand Up Song Lyrics

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Song:– Stand Up

Singer:– Tierra Whack

Album:– Rap?

Producer:– J Melodic

Written:– Nick Verruto & Tierra Whack

Stand Up Lyrics Tierra Whack

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Oh, will the real nigga please stand
And all the fake sit down?
Hold your head, hold your crown (Mm)
Oh, will the real nigga please stand
And all the fake sit down?
Let me fix crown

[Verse 1]
Mm, Big Whack ’cause I eat a lot
Bitches always beggin’ ’cause they need a lot
Car came with instructions, I don’t read a lot
I come from the bottom, gotta feed the block, mm
I don’t 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 hangin’ off my shoulder, gotta see thе blouse, mm
Helmut Lang, don’t I look scrumptious? Mm
He keep starin’ at mе like he want this, mm
Million dollar, you cannot afford
If I wanted I could make the Forbes list, yeah, mm

[Pre-Chorus]
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead (And I just can’t seem to understand) Dead, dead, dead, dead (Where you’re comin’ from, my brother)
(I guess I’m just not like y’all) Yeah
(Not like y’all)

[Chorus]
Oh, will the real nigga please stand
And all the fake sit down?
Hold your head, hold your crown (Mm)
Oh, will the real nigga please stand
And all the fake sit down?
Let me fix crown

[Verse 2]
I really only smile just to show my grill
Rather have the skill than the sex appeal
Signed a Lego deal just so I could build
Hammer Time, baby, this is not a drill, mm
Six feet, nigga, you ain’t lookin’ like
Straight edge, hangin’ with the crooked type
First class, told Yeefy, “Book the flight”
We are not the same, we just look alike, mm
I can’t trust a soul, got the guacamol’
Lotta people bold, but in person, fold, mm
You are not thurl, you’re plastic, mm
I am not the queen? Sarcastic, mm

[Chorus]
Oh, will the real nigga please stand
And all the fake sit down?
Hold your head, hold your crown (Mm)
Oh, will the real nigga please stand
And all the fake sit down?
Let me fix crown