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#233 today
#20 in subgenre
Author
duce all
Uploaded
November 28, 2025
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MP3 8.7 MB • 320 kbps • 3:47
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Lyrics
[Intro]
(Spoken Word - Deep, Reflective Voice)
(Sound of a vinyl needle dropping, followed by a faint, soulful sample)
Yeah... check the microphone, one two.
They talk about loyalty, they whisper about respect. But I seen the look in they eyes when my pockets was empty, man. Straight up.
Now the whip is parked, the chain is heavy, and suddenly everybody loves the grind. But the truth, the real truth... it ain't about the paper. It's about what you carried when the paper ran out.
This one's for the ones who stayed solid. The rest of y'all? Y'all just shadows in the daylight.
(Beat drops fully - Heavy Bassline and Synth Lead)
[Chorus]
They all wanna kiss my ass now, check the rearview mirror,
'Cause the bank account got thick, and my vision got clearer.
From the struggle on the cold block to the penthouse sky,
They just wanna feed the lie while I wave that truth high.
Yeah, I got the cash, but through it all, you see,
I remain the Real McCoy, forever stayin' true to me.
The Real McCoy, baby, who I'm supposed to be.
I ain't changed for the money, but the money changed them, see?
[Verse 1]
I remember nights shiverin', ain't had a dollar to burn,
Called every number in my phone, watchin' my bridges turn.
Ghost town silence, the line went dead every time I pressed,
The same cats that eat my food wouldn't even let me rest.
Used to walk the concrete jungle, with holes in my shoes,
Nobody offered a handshake, nobody paid their dues.
They saw the weakness, the hungry look, they judged the plight,
Left me starvin' in the darkness, searchin' for my own light.
But I ain't mad at the hatred, I use it for fuel,
Learned my lesson young, man, this world is cold and cruel.
Now the lights on the stage bright, the platinum chain gleamin',
Y'all come flockin' like vultures, but I see what y'all schemin'.
[Chorus]
They all wanna kiss my ass now, check the rearview mirror,
'Cause the bank account got thick, and my vision got clearer.
From the struggle on the cold block to the penthouse sky,
They just wanna feed the lie while I wave that truth high.
Yeah, I got the cash, but through it all, you see,
I remain the Real McCoy, forever stayin' true to me.
The Real McCoy, baby, who I'm supposed to be.
I ain't changed for the money, but the money changed them, see?
[Verse 2]
Now it's champagne wishes, and fake smiles in my face,
"We always believed in you, man," yeah, get outta my space.
Where was that belief, huh, when the rent was past due?
When the landlord was knockin', and my heart was black and blue?
Loyalty is priceless, somethin' they could never buy,
I'm sittin' on a fortune, but my soul is still dry.
'Cause the true measure of a man ain't the jewels he acquire,
But the company he keeps when he's standin' in the fire.
Y'all see the success, the mansion, the foreign whips zoomin',
I see a whole lotta leeches in the shadows, consumin'.
But I wear my scars proud, every loss, every pain,
'Cause it stripped away the phony, and showed me who was sane.
I stand tall in this moment, a king on the throne,
'Cause the Real McCoy always walks th
