Who's Real

He's phony, she's fake

That's the type of people I hate, ay

Jada, Jada

Jada Jada

Point 'em out, uh, point 'em out, uh

Point 'em out, uh

He's phony, she's fake

That's the type of people I hate

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Wait a minute, who's real, who's not?

She's real, but he's not

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Oh yeah, yo

Guns gon' clap, packs gon' move

Blood get drawn, skin gon' bruise

Real gon' win, the fake gon' lose

The love overpowers the hate by twos

All they left was the yellow tape and his shoes

It's real when the funeral and wake make the news

Load the trey-pound so we six up on 'em

So when they act phony, we just switch up on 'em, what?

He's phony, she's fake

That's the type of people I hate

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Wait a minute, who's real, who's not?

She's real, but he's not

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Who's phony, who's fake

Silver Hummer on eights

Life good, I'm straight

Clap your hands one time if you relate

Can't keep it one hundred, them the ones I hate

But I'ma keep it two hundred for the ones that fake

Red and black car on the red chrome skates

Young Juiceman push a burner on my plate

He's phony, she's fake

That's the type of people I hate

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Wait a minute, who's real, who's not?

She's real, but he's not

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Uh, yeah, yo

Pocket full of cash, wallet full of plastic

In and out the lanes, dipping through the traffic

We ain't hustling no more, we doing gymnastics

Couple of flips and then stash it, bastards

Real gon' recognize real

Phony gon' recognize steel, I reckon I will

Expose those who are, if you ain't or you are

I done gone too far, sorry, mwah

Get yourself a fresh flesh wound or a new scar

Bullet holes all on the side of your new car

Load up the AR, spray y'all, okay, y'all?

It's real on this side, phony wherever they are, what?

He's phony, she's fake

That's the type of people I hate

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Wait a minute, who's real, who's not?

She's real, but he's not

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

If you're real and you know it, clap your hands