Real

(How can you even tell who's really real vs. the really fake, man?)

All these thoughts in my head are only leading me to judge another

Looking forward to a son, but damn, it was hard to find a mother

And in retrospect, I see what he meant

When he said that life was a game of would you rather

But I'm told you should take every opportunity 'cause you might not have some other

(Woah)

Who's really real? Who's really it?

They full of shit, they running it, they running their mouth but still getting lit

I'm sat quiet, but that's some misfit