Recognize Real (with Gunna)
Had to gamble my life, I'm rollin' the dice
Money ain't got a price, but talk to me nice
I got my money right, you know they criticize
But it's alright, I won't be victimized
Judge and the police takin' my people's lives
I'm just signin' checks and doin' what's best for mine
And I ain't gotta do too much 'cause real gon' recognize
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
It's written on your face, like you better than me
I can't get caught up with you bitches, I'm keeping it P
You gotta keep it P
Our millennium is the last dying breed (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Louis on me, my arms strong and you too skinny and scrawny
You tellin' lies, and I can't fuck with you only
I tear you up and you gon' never be lonely (yeah)
I want a Rolls Royce, I want a Maybach
I want a Hellcat, it cost a hunnid racks
You sold a lot of cap, they want they money back
Had to, I crossed 'em out, thank God I made it back
I never asked for help, nobody gave me that
We 'bouta ban all that cap, we only stating facts
And let 'em know how I feel, so I caught my ladies track
And I always stay on track
(Yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm killin' 'bout my brother and I know that you see
My new house didn't come with a key, you gotta type it and see
Fuck your whole game, we smoked the boss, we ain't smokin' no leaf
We shop online in a vintage store, got thousand-dollar tees
We passed the bitch right when we done
She ain't my wife, how could I see her with my son?
Rockin' Rick Owens, got the ones that say, "Cunt"
All I do is sit and count racks up by the bunch
Took her out and paid for lunch
Rich off of Pyrex
You can twirl your arm right to left and get a Corvette
Five or six million dollar Ferrari, don't know what it start at
I told my teacher I'ma buy more watches 'cause I was tardy
I started screamin' out the answers before it started
Added that bitch to my ransom, then went the hardest
My homie died, I want answers, so we gon' spark it
We takin' over like cancer and goin' the hardest
Had to gamble my life, I'm rollin' the dice
Money ain't got a price, so talk to me nice
I got my money right and now they criticize
But it's alright, I won't be victimized
Judge and the police takin' my people's lives
I'm just signin' checks and doin' what's best for mine
And I ain't gotta do too much 'cause real gon' recognize
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Money ain't got a price, but talk to me nice
I got my money right, you know they criticize
But it's alright, I won't be victimized
Judge and the police takin' my people's lives
I'm just signin' checks and doin' what's best for mine
And I ain't gotta do too much 'cause real gon' recognize
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
It's written on your face, like you better than me
I can't get caught up with you bitches, I'm keeping it P
You gotta keep it P
Our millennium is the last dying breed (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Louis on me, my arms strong and you too skinny and scrawny
You tellin' lies, and I can't fuck with you only
I tear you up and you gon' never be lonely (yeah)
I want a Rolls Royce, I want a Maybach
I want a Hellcat, it cost a hunnid racks
You sold a lot of cap, they want they money back
Had to, I crossed 'em out, thank God I made it back
I never asked for help, nobody gave me that
We 'bouta ban all that cap, we only stating facts
And let 'em know how I feel, so I caught my ladies track
And I always stay on track
(Yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm killin' 'bout my brother and I know that you see
My new house didn't come with a key, you gotta type it and see
Fuck your whole game, we smoked the boss, we ain't smokin' no leaf
We shop online in a vintage store, got thousand-dollar tees
We passed the bitch right when we done
She ain't my wife, how could I see her with my son?
Rockin' Rick Owens, got the ones that say, "Cunt"
All I do is sit and count racks up by the bunch
Took her out and paid for lunch
Rich off of Pyrex
You can twirl your arm right to left and get a Corvette
Five or six million dollar Ferrari, don't know what it start at
I told my teacher I'ma buy more watches 'cause I was tardy
I started screamin' out the answers before it started
Added that bitch to my ransom, then went the hardest
My homie died, I want answers, so we gon' spark it
We takin' over like cancer and goin' the hardest
Had to gamble my life, I'm rollin' the dice
Money ain't got a price, so talk to me nice
I got my money right and now they criticize
But it's alright, I won't be victimized
Judge and the police takin' my people's lives
I'm just signin' checks and doin' what's best for mine
And I ain't gotta do too much 'cause real gon' recognize
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Vojtesak, Sergio Kitchens, Jeffery Lamar Williams
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