Real Recognize Real (feat. DDK)

Aye man, when you know, you know Aye DDK, you know I used to f*ck 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 sus They too evil Tryna treat me like a equal but they suck Like the sequal 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 f*ck 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 hittas on back Make the hoe sing like Stevie Lang, no pg No you gotta 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 gotta 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 Efron Ain't no effin' way i'ma 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