He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
Hey, hey, hey, Jada Jada, hey
Hey, hey, hey wait a minute
Jada Jada, point 'em out
Point 'em out, point 'em out
He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
If you real and you know it clap your hands
If you real and you know it clap your hands
Wait a minute
Who's real? Who's not?
She's real, but he's not
If you real and you know it clap your hands
If you real and you know it clap your hands
Guns gon' clap, packs gon' move
Blood get drawn, skin gon' bruise
Real gon' win, the fake gon' lose
The love overpowers the hate by twos
All they left was the yellow tape and his shoes
It's real when the funeral and wake make the news
Load the trey pound so we six up on 'em
So when they act phony we just switch up on 'em
He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
If you real and you know it clap your hands
If you real and you know it clap your hands
Wait a minute
Who's real? Who's not?
She's real, but he's not
If you real and you know it clap your hands
If you real and you know it clap your hands
Who's phony? Who's fake?
Silver Hummer on eights
Life good, I'm straight
Clap your hands one time you relate
Can't keep it one hundred, them the ones I hate
But I'ma keep it two hundred for the ones that faith
Red and black car on the red and chrome skates
Young Juiceman, it's your boy on my plate
He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
If you real and you know it clap your hands
If you real and you know it clap your hands
Wait a minute
Who's real? Who's not?
She's real, but he's not
If you real and you know it clap your hands
If you real and you know it clap your hands
Pocket full of cash, wallet full of plastic
In and out the lanes, dippin' through the traffic
We ain't hustlin' no more, we doin' gymnastics
Couple of flips and then stash it, bastard
Real gon' recognize real
And a phony gon' recognize steel
I reckon I will
Expose those who are
If you ain't or you are
I done gone too far
I'm sorry, moutard
Get yourself a fresh flesh wound or a new scar
Bullet holes all on the side of your new car
Load up the AR, spray y'all, okay y'all
Real on this side, phony wherever they are
He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
If you real and you know it clap your hands
If you real and you know it clap your hands
Wait a minute
Who's real? Who's not?
She's real, but he's not
If you real and you know it clap your hands
If you real and you know it clap your hands
