Know It’s Real

[Intro: Shope]
If this whole thing was meant for show
Then where's the real I'll never know for sure
For sure
Well if that's the deal, I'll never roll
Keep it now, I'll let it go
It's yours
It's yours

[Verse 1: Shopé]
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the realest of them all
Hard to tell you very well, concealing all your plenty flaws
Secretive like panty draws
Speak up if you well informed
Last time, wasn't the last time you were involved
What that mean was getting premonitions
But I ain't superstitious
No, I just talk to Jesus
And He Said, "you ain't got much to defend
Just take my hand I'll show you how to walk across the deep end"

[Hook: Charlene Nash]
Go on rip out a page
Not a mic or a stage
Do you see me better?
Do you see me better?

Take a cut let it bleed
Paint a portrait of me
Do you see me better?
Do you see me better?

[Verse 2: John Givez]
I think you know me
I think you know me like you know yourself
Like when it's just you and there's no one else
Looking all around for what's been left
This livin's no more less than learning
I've been yearning now for quite some time
Feelin' like I never could be earning what the price of time is
That's why my mind lives, in isolation
Frequently, when I'm in the crowd of thousands looking for that one to speak to me about what's going on inside
I spit my soul on every stage 'cause I ain't hide
I put my words down on the page 'cause I ain't tryna die
Let him live, let him live
When you see a brother know I'm tryna give, tryna give, it's real

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Shopé]
Yeah
This that honour roll
Keep it honourable
In my city or when on the road
Exposing dirty draws up in my daily shows
Airing out my laundry
Wonder, "will they want me"
Excuse the imagery, don't aim to please no I just want peace
(Family)
They waiting on me
(Enemies)
They preying on me
But in this moment it's just you and me
I hope you praying for me
Sometimes I just want to get that pot of gold
But the potter knows this vessel's a mess when my heart is froze
So germane to my growth is to be hot as coal
And coast across the cosa nostra in this sinful soul
Principle remains, it's simple and it's plain
We all got dirt, we all are birth in sinful wretched frame, don't pretend
I know I got it, got it
I know you got it, got it
I know they got the juice, but what's the use if they ain't honest
So I keep it real
With or without the applause (I do)
'Til my Master tells me "well done, come get rewards"

[Hook]