Pettidee - Real Recognize Real lyrics

[Hook: Derek Minor] Play the game 4 quarters, yeah I keep it one hundred (4x) Real recognize real, recognize real Real recognize real, real recognize real Real recognize real, recognize real Real recognize real, real recognize real [Verse 1: Derek Minor] The whole truth, nothing but it Ben Franklin my witness, boy I keep it one hundred So if I say I ain't playing, ain't no flashin' or frontin' I got the ball, I cut my legs off before I punt it Bruh said that we fake, I don't know where he heard that Probably met some pulpit pimp with a perm and a Cadillac No I ain't like him at all, I am not perfect dawg But even when I fall, I know Christ paid it all And I preach that, only hope so I teach that Co-signed by that boy Lecrae, so I guess you say that I Reached that I'ma try to live what I talk about until they pit my coffin out And if I'm wrong I call it out so you can see what my God about I don't want you to think that I'm perfect I just want you to see the Lord is worth it All I got is his grace and mercy And guess what, boy? I don't deserve it [Hook] [Verse 2: Lecrae] Aye y'all so unfamiliar, I ain't never seen you bro And where you say I know you from? And who you say you know I know? It's one thing I can't take, a fraudulent fake when it come to faith And I ain't flawless, ain't the standard But I'ma show enough be a living example Ol' Saints came in and laid the tracks Blood, sweat and tears, skin off they backs These new cats here tryna ride the train And folks hopping on telling lies and things Trying to derail with false details, everybody looking like we fail I seen your kind for a long time, you fake Gucci, no retail Y'all don't fool me with empty rhymes, cliché words, preachy lines Everybody here been made homie, can't nobody vouch for your life in grind Who discipled you? Where you serving, mayne? What ya reading, bruh? What ya learning, mayne? Listen we ain't even in no gang, but this thing realer then the set you claim Look, this ain't some Faith I made Faith made me, you could tell I'm changed You probably wondering why the folk look at you strange You a stranger, they never heard your name [Hook: Derek Minor] [Verse 3: Pettidee] Real recognize real, pushers recognize deal Predators recognize prey, k**ers recognize k** You thought you was a real gangster In a jeep then they rolled up on you with a .45 Shot that boy in the club, now you in the parking lot and it's ‘bout to get live Homeboy is ‘bout the west side, yo kinfolk get riders' lives Fist to the face, gun go out, take that air, ridin' high Now you come back to your Father raising your hands high I won't return to my vomit, stand up with the men of Christ Jesus Christ, the Way, the Truth, the Life, that's the Author and Father Greater is he that's in me than choppers poppin' and stop ya Don't die in these streets, you are purposed for something If they tear down your hood and change your block Then the game was all for nothing Bangers, thugs, k**ers, d**, dealers too happy to bleed The aftermath of willingness, we refusin' to read Is there eternal life, turnin' from Christ and you still Live like hell and see heaven? Nope, THAT AIN'T REAL [Hook]