Real Recognize Real
Yeah
See this that no chorus, no hook vibe
I tell 'em I produced it, mixed it, mastered it myself they like
"Ayo, Jacob they gotta hear this one"
A lot of people ask me like "Yo, when you start rapping like this?"
I just ask 'em "When did you start listening?"
Yeah
Being a real one is something I could show how to do
The real is back and back in effect, man y'all know how I do
It's evident that I got something to prove
Video game combos list, you gotta know how to move
No time to press my ex's about any squares tryna get into they circle
I'm long gone and got something to do
They watch me close 'cause I got something to lose
So I can't tie the knot while these youngins wanna walk in my shoes
Damn
But still, nothing is new
'Cause I can't let 'em down than ask myself "What do I do?"
And I know many of 'em want me to lose
But I can't fall, you see the energy, the talk and the hunger is proof
I'm on my way, it's imperative
I need my spot to be at the same place that the Pharaoh sit
Teachers used to mistake all the confidence for some arrogance
You're way too prideful if being corrected's embarrassing
Some lunchroom salmon with the asparagus
Showing each other memes, the content is hilarious
Where we aspired to be, we didn't have a choice
No lobster, but the meals had a man rejoiced
No ice but the blizzard, I couldn't stand the noise
And the bus body big like a Phantom Royce
Will I ever bridge the gap between these two dimensions
I pray to God 'cause it's the plan of the Man of course
I was a happy kid, rarely made a grimace
Baggy shorts and you can catch me in the freshest fitted
They talk struggle, I don't wanna hear it
I had most of the things that I wanted 'cause my parents didn't
I inherited the courage, and the strength and wisdom
Realest shit I ever wrote so please give me a minute
Yeah
Opened my phone and EB's number I started to dial
Going back and forth to get our business off of the ground
Mixing and mastering services for those wanting the sound
'Cause being honest, some of y'all doing your audio foul
Real rap fans loving the style
For the flow, I bet they hunting him down
But some of it too complex, so before they get to running they mouths
Let me talk before I really get to dumbing it down
When situations go left, y'all be cutting ties
Heart to heart before you gotta see your brother slide
Told him "Don't you know you bring tears to your mother's eyes?"
And after that it's his call, can't say I didn't try
I know the path I'm on will lead me to a giant prize
And time is money, the seconds are always flying by
I'm tryna make a mil' walking just like where Giannis lies
'Cause when you got a skill, make sure you get it monetized
Yeah
And I still don't feel like I found my sound yet
You wanna take light jabs I bet
But when you get the mic, no one hears it, that's like sound check
1-2, why you painting false narratives like Jake is lame?
Why would you say these things?
Oh, the messages you preaching doing numbers?
To me, your stats don't really count like the play-in games
Refuse to lose and I choose to win
Success arrives and old foes are your newest friends
I come knocking down the doors, they like "Who is him?"
How I figured I was chosen? I just knew within
Same dawgs from the start to the truest end
And real recognize real, so who are you again?
Yes
Real recognize real
Game recognize game and I don't really now y'all for real
Identify yourself
What's Next Entertainment, shoutout EB
And shoutout PJ too, he keep me flicked up!
See this that no chorus, no hook vibe
I tell 'em I produced it, mixed it, mastered it myself they like
"Ayo, Jacob they gotta hear this one"
A lot of people ask me like "Yo, when you start rapping like this?"
I just ask 'em "When did you start listening?"
Yeah
Being a real one is something I could show how to do
The real is back and back in effect, man y'all know how I do
It's evident that I got something to prove
Video game combos list, you gotta know how to move
No time to press my ex's about any squares tryna get into they circle
I'm long gone and got something to do
They watch me close 'cause I got something to lose
So I can't tie the knot while these youngins wanna walk in my shoes
Damn
But still, nothing is new
'Cause I can't let 'em down than ask myself "What do I do?"
And I know many of 'em want me to lose
But I can't fall, you see the energy, the talk and the hunger is proof
I'm on my way, it's imperative
I need my spot to be at the same place that the Pharaoh sit
Teachers used to mistake all the confidence for some arrogance
You're way too prideful if being corrected's embarrassing
Some lunchroom salmon with the asparagus
Showing each other memes, the content is hilarious
Where we aspired to be, we didn't have a choice
No lobster, but the meals had a man rejoiced
No ice but the blizzard, I couldn't stand the noise
And the bus body big like a Phantom Royce
Will I ever bridge the gap between these two dimensions
I pray to God 'cause it's the plan of the Man of course
I was a happy kid, rarely made a grimace
Baggy shorts and you can catch me in the freshest fitted
They talk struggle, I don't wanna hear it
I had most of the things that I wanted 'cause my parents didn't
I inherited the courage, and the strength and wisdom
Realest shit I ever wrote so please give me a minute
Yeah
Opened my phone and EB's number I started to dial
Going back and forth to get our business off of the ground
Mixing and mastering services for those wanting the sound
'Cause being honest, some of y'all doing your audio foul
Real rap fans loving the style
For the flow, I bet they hunting him down
But some of it too complex, so before they get to running they mouths
Let me talk before I really get to dumbing it down
When situations go left, y'all be cutting ties
Heart to heart before you gotta see your brother slide
Told him "Don't you know you bring tears to your mother's eyes?"
And after that it's his call, can't say I didn't try
I know the path I'm on will lead me to a giant prize
And time is money, the seconds are always flying by
I'm tryna make a mil' walking just like where Giannis lies
'Cause when you got a skill, make sure you get it monetized
Yeah
And I still don't feel like I found my sound yet
You wanna take light jabs I bet
But when you get the mic, no one hears it, that's like sound check
1-2, why you painting false narratives like Jake is lame?
Why would you say these things?
Oh, the messages you preaching doing numbers?
To me, your stats don't really count like the play-in games
Refuse to lose and I choose to win
Success arrives and old foes are your newest friends
I come knocking down the doors, they like "Who is him?"
How I figured I was chosen? I just knew within
Same dawgs from the start to the truest end
And real recognize real, so who are you again?
Yes
Real recognize real
Game recognize game and I don't really now y'all for real
Identify yourself
What's Next Entertainment, shoutout EB
And shoutout PJ too, he keep me flicked up!
Credits
Writer(s): Georges Lefebvre
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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