Real Ones

[Verse 1: Drapht]
I see you're still hanging around
With toys up on your block, livin' life up on your Legoland
I'm with the South American medicine man
Tappin' into energy like Benjamin Franklin
Channel my inner elephant, next move, crush it
Stampin' my mark up on this ever darkenin' globe with the flames of the throat
Ain't talkin' crack shit, but crackheads [?] wack shit
Oh, you want some rap shit? Go and check my rap sheet
Back catalog packed with the journey of a black sheep
[?] never see me in the backseat, drive it like it was stolen
Never follow one rule, so couldn't catch me
Good friends back me, fuckboys fall off
[?] dawn of the fallout
More [?] real ones, and less of these dead fucks
Always hold time for my boots like I was ?uestlove
Still, guess you're destined to let [?] go
But at times you need some bedlam to grow, yo

[Chorus: Drapht, [?]]
This is for my real ones (Real ones)
Nothing but love for the real ones (Real ones)
Ain't Keeping Up with the Joneses (Real ones)
Ain't room for thrones [?] no kings, no queens, no room for jokers
Only for the real ones (Real ones)

[Verse 2: Bitter Belief]
This is my band of brothers, man, we like a family
I hope you understand if we damagin' other's randomly
Panick and duck for cover, you're standin' under your canopy
Damn, you're stuck in the fantasy thinking that you can handle these
Memoirs from the chosen trio
Rhymes and lines as potent as the grossest BO
Even if you wanna soak 'em in a dose of deo'
You're still amazed like you're gazing at the coast in Freo, shit
I know there's signs in the chaos
It's got us feeling like we're Kobe Bryant in the playoffs
So who can guard us? I think you need to grow a pair
Like you're farmers with some fruit to harvest for your local supermarkets
Call it a masterpiece, a crafted piece of art
Don't wanna start no beefs, would rather reach your heart
I count my blessings and I carve 'em on a piece of bark
I'm with Complete and Drapht, so you know that this is for the real ones

[Chorus: Drapht, [?]]
(Real ones)
Nothing but love for the real ones (Real ones)
Ain't Keeping Up with the Joneses (Real ones)
Ain't room for thrones [?] no kings, no queens, no room for jokers
Only for the real ones (Real ones)

[Verse 3: Complete]
Burnin' your bridges and you're burnin' the bitumen too
Burnin' everybody who's concerned with the shit that you do
I'll give you the truth, I'm certain you know
You're determined to blow it, like you're learnin' the didgeridoo
Didgeri-don't take a dig at me, dude
My crew's livid, you're too timid to fit in my shoes
We sit in the stud's amused that these idiots who
Confuse spittin' the truth with huge gimmicks and fibbing for views
The bigger the moves the [?]
All of a sudden there's some randoms the stand at your hip
You ditch your fam and abandon your ship
And cut the real ones off just like Pamela Anderson did
Whose [?] legit? Who knows me the most?
Who wants to see me succeed? Who hopes that I don't?
Poked and provoked by those who were supposed to be bros
This isn't for my associates though, no, is for my real ones

[Chorus: Drapht, [?], [?]]
(Real ones)
Real ones
Nothing but love for the real ones (Real ones)
Nothing but love for the real ones
Ain't Keeping Up with the Joneses (Real ones), ain't room for thrones [?]
No kings, no queens, no room for jokers (Yeah, yeah)
Only for the real ones (Real ones)
Real ones
Yeah