Who's Real

He's phony, she's fake

That's the type of people I hate

Hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada, hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada

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

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

Yeah yo, guns go clack, packs go move

Blood gettin' draw, skin gon' bruise

'Cause real gon' win, the fake gon' lose

The love overpowers the hate by twos

All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes

It's real when the funeral wait to make the news

[Incomprehensible] so we six up on 'em

So when they act corny, we jus' switch up on 'em

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?

[Incomprehensible] on eights

Life's good, I'm straight

Clap your hands one at a time, you were late

Can't keep it 100 then the ones I hate

But I'ma keep it 200 for the ones they fake

Red and black cars on the red chrome stakes

Young Juiceman I should warn off my plates

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

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

Yeah yo, pocket full of cash, wallet fulla class

In and out the lane, dippin' through the traffic

We ain't hustlin' no more, we doin' gymnastics

Couple of flips and they stash it, vastly

Real gon' recognize real, phony gon recognize steel

I reckon I will 'xpose those who are, if you ain't what you are

I don't gon' too far, sorry, muah

Get yourself a fresh flesh or a new scar

Bullet holes on the side of your new car

Load up the AR, spray yo, kayo

It's real on this side, phony where ever they are

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