[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