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Doe Boy

Real Recognize Real

 

Real Recognize Real

(album: OH REALLY - 2022)


(Wheezy outta here)

[Roddy Ricch:]
Real niggas recognize real niggas
On a different time, that's why I never feel niggas
Get high every day, and slide through every phase
Trials every day so they sip Wockesha every day
Never could feel my dawg through a call, I wish he came home
But you'll never get it back, I know 'bout giving up loyalty, and you'll never get it back
And I know these bitches intentions so I never get attached
I just want to stack it tall to get the freedom for all my niggas
Tell them niggas in the wall to give releases to all my niggas, yeah, yeah

[Doe Boy:]
I don't fuck with niggas, I can't help 'em, antisocial (Antisocial)
I just get to shooting, I don't talk, I'm anti-vocal (Anti-vocal)
Opps praying I post 'em, niggas say it's smoke but no, it ain't
Not with the gang, his broke ass really must got some smoke with the bank (Oh really)
Just left the bank, I'm headed to his block, catch him, he getting chased
Bare faced, Percocets gon' make me throw it all away
Fuck this rap shit, for my nigga case, I'll blow it all today
Brodie know I'm just a JPay message or a call away (True story)
Make that bitch shoot like a choppa, I put that switch up on my heater (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Up the score on all my opps, I pull up, hit him, buzzer-beater (Swish)
Fuck that bitch like I'ma keep her, knowing damn well I'ma leave her
Boy, that drank you're sipping cut, that ain't Wockesha, bye Felicia (Oh really)

[Roddy Ricch:]
Real niggas recognize real niggas
On a different time, that's why I never feel niggas
Get high every day, and slide through every phase
Trials every day so they sip Wockesha every day
Never could feel my dawg through a call, I wish he came home
But you'll never get it back, I know 'bout giving up loyalty, and you'll never get it back
And I know these bitches intentions so I never get attached
I just want to stack it tall to get the freedom for all my niggas
Tell them niggas in the wall to give releases to all my niggas, yeah, yeah

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