Young Thug - Recognize Real (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Thug - Recognize Real (en) Lyrics
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Had to gamble my life,
rollin' the dice
My name got a price,
but talk to me nice
I got my money right
You know they criticize
But it's alright, I won't
be victimized
Judge and the police takin'
my people lives
I'm just signin' checks and
doin' what's best for mine
And I ain't gotta do too much
'cause real gon' recognize
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's written on your face,
think you better than me
I can't get caught up with you
bitches, I'm keeping it P
I gotta keep it P
My millennium is the last dying
breed (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Louis on me
I'm Armstrong and you too
skinny and scrawny
You don't tell no lies and I
can't fuck with you only
I turn you up and you gon' never be
lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want a Rolls Royce, I want a Maybach
I want a Hellcat, cost a hundred racks
You sold a lot of cap, they
want they money back
On tour, I crossed 'em out,
thank God I made it back
I never asked for help,
nobody gave me that
We 'bout to ban all that cap,
we only stating facts
I'ma let 'em know how I feel,
check out my latest track
And I always stay on track
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm killin' 'bout my brother
and I know that you see
My new house didn't come with a
key, you gotta type it and see
Fuck your whole gang, we smoked the
boss, we ain't smokin' no leaf
We shop online at vintage store,
got thousand-dollar tees
We pass the bitch right when we done
She ain't my wife, how could
I see her with my son?
Rockin' Rick Owens, got the
ones that say, "Cunt"
All I do is sit and count
racks up by the bunch
Took her out and paid for lunch
Rich off of Pyrex
You could twirl your arm right
to left and get a Corvette
Five or six M, double R, Ferrari,
I don't know where to start at
I told my teacher I'ma buy more
watches 'cause I was tardy
I started screamin' out the
answers before it started
Added that bitch to my ransom,
then went the hardest
My homie died, I want answers,
so we gon' spark it
We takin' over like cancer
and goin' the hardest
My name got a price,
so talk to me nice
And I ain't gotta do too much
'cause real gon' recognize
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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