Real Ones
Game Stepped up
Self pepped up
Looking at my Gucci
I'm all out of give a fucks
Children run amuk
I lay in the cut
Self satisfied inner child growed up
I am feeling restless I need a new direction
It's a time for introspection
Heart to heart
Chop it up with ya friends
Friends
How many of us have them
And treat em like we need em
Hold em down and prop em up
Love em without limit 'cause it's never enough
So cold and so rough is this world
You can't blame a girl for tryin' relyin'
Getting by - with a little bit of help from her friends
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand the type of weirdo I am
I got my fam, all I need - some you pick some you breed
Uh huh
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand the type of weirdo I am
I got my fam, all I need
I am feeling restless, I need a new direction
It's a time for introspection
Heart to heart
Chop it up with ya friends
Friends
How many of us have them
I am not a summer soldier or a sunshine friend
I told you that I loved you and I meant that Fam
I am what I am and I know what I know
Everybody wants to come
But they won't go when I go
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand the type of weirdo I am
I got my fam, all I need - some you pick some you breed
Uh huh
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand the type of weirdo I am
I got my fam, all I need
Well if you can say you knew me when
You love me know and loved me then
I'm probably in that group of friends you count on one hand
No invitation needed, understand it's understood
If I'm eatin' then you eatin'
If I'm good then you good
I am feeling restless I need a new direction
It's a time for introspection
Heart to heart
Chop it up with ya friends
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand the type of weirdo I am
I got my fam, all I need
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand the type of weirdo I am
I got my fam
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
Self pepped up
Looking at my Gucci
I'm all out of give a fucks
Children run amuk
I lay in the cut
Self satisfied inner child growed up
I am feeling restless I need a new direction
It's a time for introspection
Heart to heart
Chop it up with ya friends
Friends
How many of us have them
And treat em like we need em
Hold em down and prop em up
Love em without limit 'cause it's never enough
So cold and so rough is this world
You can't blame a girl for tryin' relyin'
Getting by - with a little bit of help from her friends
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand the type of weirdo I am
I got my fam, all I need - some you pick some you breed
Uh huh
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand the type of weirdo I am
I got my fam, all I need
I am feeling restless, I need a new direction
It's a time for introspection
Heart to heart
Chop it up with ya friends
Friends
How many of us have them
I am not a summer soldier or a sunshine friend
I told you that I loved you and I meant that Fam
I am what I am and I know what I know
Everybody wants to come
But they won't go when I go
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand the type of weirdo I am
I got my fam, all I need - some you pick some you breed
Uh huh
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand the type of weirdo I am
I got my fam, all I need
Well if you can say you knew me when
You love me know and loved me then
I'm probably in that group of friends you count on one hand
No invitation needed, understand it's understood
If I'm eatin' then you eatin'
If I'm good then you good
I am feeling restless I need a new direction
It's a time for introspection
Heart to heart
Chop it up with ya friends
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand the type of weirdo I am
I got my fam, all I need
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand the type of weirdo I am
I got my fam
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
I know the world don't understand
The really really ones you really only count on one hand
Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Helper
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