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These days are fucked up
These days are going fine
Real recognize real

They say real recognize real
But I don't recognize you
Gotta watch who you 'round
So that's just what I do
I swear God tryna' test me
Just to see if I pass
I ain't got me no books
Still the top of my class
I see inside of you
I see right through the seams
See the thing is that things
Ain't always what it seems
Man these cats do the least
Then proceed to do the most
They should get a standing O
I swear y'all deserve a toast
You know I've always been the same one
But some don't see me like that
Just when I move up in life
Is just when they need me like that
My circle tight as an 'O'
I plan to keep it like that
Last time I gave out my trust
I had a knee in my back
Now I don't even have to ask... cause

I bet you not one of the real ones
You don't seem like one of the real ones (to me)

Who the fuck you tryna play man?
Do not take this shit for granted dawg
Give a fuck bout who you think you is
I will shit on your whole catalogue
This ain't really bout apologies
They not really who they say they are
Swear you think I'm fuckin stupid don't ya I see everything don't try to play it off
Fuck around and burn a bridge
Then they'll need to get across
Then they'll ask you for a hand
Nowadays that shit'll cost
Everybody switching up
Most of you are looking lost
Do you need a gps? How...
Bout a compass and a clock?
I got some deals that I ain't tryna do
I got a team that need to pick up slack
It's on my shoulders everybody knows
Manager called me on the phone with facts
He in New York that's where I'm going next
Wait till I blow up man I swear to God
You don't seem like a real one to me broadie
I ain't so perfect though I know i'm flawed but still I bet

I bet you not one of the real ones
You don't seem like one of the real ones (to me)



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Writer(s): Derin Falana, Anthony Brammah
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