Real One Lyrics

That boy Alex got the sauce

Yeah

This the real one

I don't know which one he working

They gon' kill some

He better not try me in person

I don't feel none

I remember them days I was hurting

Shawdy a freak she not a virgin

Get to the room she twerk like it's urgent

I'm a real player the Himalayas

We took a trip up in the air

Yeah

They gassed him up so we hit them with shells

They thought they could stop me but I still prevailed

I had to go and stamp it like the mail

Yeah

He seen it all but he still didn't tell

I'm rich bitch just like Chappelle

Kill tec gon' sing like Adele

I hit that bitch with my shades on

I'm tryna lift up her ankles

Thought you was with me we ain't close

I was on the block with the same clothes

We going hard to the bank close

Dub, fifty hundreds my bankroll

She call me authentic she know that I'm really me

She give me brain I call it stupidity

Been had the fame I don't like attention

My dawg down the road I pay him a visit

Get your mind right it ain't nothing that you missing

She got a degree but she look like a vixen

They worried about me but my mind on a mission

Real gangsters ain't dead these niggas just feds

I'm tryna play it however you play it

You say you gang but you never pledge

No back and forth I'm standing on business

I'ma keep going they thought I was finished

Can't take the style they know I invent it

They know not to play with an Authenick

I'm going on stage in a minute

Playing this game gotta win it

This the real one

I don't know which one he working

They gon' kill some

He better not try me in person

I don't feel none

I remember them days I was hurting

Shawdy a freak she not a virgin

Get to the room she twerk like it's urgent

I'm a real player the Himalayas

We took a trip up in the air

Yeah

They gassed him up so we hit them with shells

They thought they could stop me but I still prevailed

I had to go and stamp it like the mail

Yeah

He seen it all but he still didn't tell

I'm rich bitch just like Chappelle

Kill tec gon' sing like Adele

I hit that bitch with my shades on

I'm tryna lift up her ankles

Thought you was with me we ain't close

I was on the block with the same clothes

We going hard to the bank close

Dub, fifty hundreds my bankroll