Real Ones

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Drapht] I see you're still hanging around With toys up on your block, livin' life up on your Legoland I'm with the South American medicine man Tappin' into energy like Benjamin Franklin Channel my inner elephant, next move, crush it Stampin' my mark up on this ever darkenin' globe with the flames of the throat Ain't talkin' crack shit, but crackheads [?] wack shit Oh, you want some rap shit? Go and check my rap sheet Back catalog packed with the journey of a black sheep [?] never see me in the backseat, drive it like it was stolen Never follow one rule, so couldn't catch me Good friends back me, fuckboys fall off [?] dawn of the fallout More [?] real ones, and less of these dead fucks Always hold time for my boots like I was ?uestlove Still, guess you're destined to let [?] go But at times you need some bedlam to grow, yo [Chorus: Drapht, [?]] This is for my real ones (Real ones) Nothing but love for the real ones (Real ones) Ain't Keeping Up with the Joneses (Real ones) Ain't room for thrones [?] no kings, no queens, no room for jokers Only for the real ones (Real ones) [Verse 2: Bitter Belief] This is my band of brothers, man, we like a family I hope you understand if we damagin' other's randomly Panick and duck for cover, you're standin' under your canopy Damn, you're stuck in the fantasy thinking that you can handle these Memoirs from the chosen trio Rhymes and lines as potent as the grossest BO Even if you wanna soak 'em in a dose of deo' You're still amazed like you're gazing at the coast in Freo, shit I know there's signs in the chaos It's got us feeling like we're Kobe Bryant in the playoffs So who can guard us? I think you need to grow a pair Like you're farmers with some fruit to harvest for your local supermarkets Call it a masterpiece, a crafted piece of art Don't wanna start no beefs, would rather reach your heart I count my blessings and I carve 'em on a piece of bark I'm with Complete and Drapht, so you know that this is for the real ones [Chorus: Drapht, [?]] (Real ones) Nothing but love for the real ones (Real ones) Ain't Keeping Up with the Joneses (Real ones) Ain't room for thrones [?] no kings, no queens, no room for jokers Only for the real ones (Real ones) [Verse 3: Complete] Burnin' your bridges and you're burnin' the bitumen too Burnin' everybody who's concerned with the shit that you do I'll give you the truth, I'm certain you know You're determined to blow it, like you're learnin' the didgeridoo Didgeri-don't take a dig at me, dude My crew's livid, you're too timid to fit in my shoes We sit in the stud's amused that these idiots who Confuse spittin' the truth with huge gimmicks and fibbing for views The bigger the moves the [?] All of a sudden there's some randoms the stand at your hip You ditch your fam and abandon your ship And cut the real ones off just like Pamela Anderson did Whose [?] legit? Who knows me the most? Who wants to see me succeed? Who hopes that I don't? Poked and provoked by those who were supposed to be bros This isn't for my associates though, no, is for my real ones [Chorus: Drapht, [?], [?]] (Real ones) Real ones Nothing but love for the real ones (Real ones) Nothing but love for the real ones Ain't Keeping Up with the Joneses (Real ones), ain't room for thrones [?] No kings, no queens, no room for jokers (Yeah, yeah) Only for the real ones (Real ones) Real ones Yeah