Real Recognize Real ft. DDK Lyrics

Aye man, when you know, you know

Aye DDK, you know I used to fuck with Columbus right

Yup

Book Club

Yo turn me up really quick

Yup

Mama raised a rolling stone, it's what I know

They stay on that path but I still built my own

I don't play with people man I'm way too grown

Yeah

Through all the bullshit it's one thing I know

It takes a real one to know one

Yeah

The difference is that I show up

I do my own shit, put my dough up

Uh

Man they can't wait for me to blow up

I don't trust many people

They too suspect

They too evil

Tryna treat me like a equal but they suck

Like the sequel

How you think it happened

I put the hours in

Had to lay it down like a flower bed

All that shit that went down

I was allowing it

Now I changed my life

And you out of it

So

How you think fuckin me over was helping you win

I told you

You did it again

Blocked you and I thought it would end

'Til you started hitting up my friends

And they some real ones

Not just my man's

The ones in the past

I guess it depends

I knew a person I thought was a homie

Later he showed me

He was on the fence, damn

Felt like a trend

Got my eyes open

I can't take a chance

I know the devil gon dance

Won't let 'em fuck up my plans

I'm just gon' brush off my hands

I do this shit for the fans

The blood and the sweat from my glands, yeah

It's DDK it's PT

This shit on repeat it's my jam, yeah, aye

It takes a real one to know one

Yeah

The difference is that I show up

I do my own shit, put my dough up

Uh

Man they can't wait for me to blow up

Aye man, it's about 3:35 Eastern

I'm checking in live from the 301

Page called me said I had to kill it

I said Aight bet, hahaha

Let's get it, yeah yeah

DDK here with PT, uh

Physical test

Imma give 'em my best

Mama said that she gon' see me on TV

Give 'em no less

I got hitters on back

Make the hoe sing like Stevie

Lang, no page

No you got to hear my breath

Boutta get a ring then repeat, swing like BB

Like the boy played for the Mets

I'm upset, but I ain't gon stress

Came a long way from the days I slept

I don't want less, but got to be blessed

Got my own hand, ain't take from the deck

Suite life, Cody, got the rock like Zack

and i don't pass that, b-b-back

Pretty boy, but no Ephron

Ain't no effin' way I'm a ever go bad

Mama raised a rolling stone, it's what I know

They stay on that path but I still built my own

I don't play with people man I'm way too grown

Yeah

Through all the bullshit it's one thing I know

It takes a real one to know one

Yeah

The difference is that I show up

I do my own shit, put my dough up

Uh

Man they can't wait for me to blow up