Page Turner - Real Recognize Real (feat. DDK)

Aye man, when you know, you know
Aye DDK, you know I used to fuck with Columbus right
Yup
Book Club
Yo turn me up really quick
Yup
Mama raised a rolling stone, it's what I know
They stay on that path but I still built my own
I don't play with people man I'm way too grown
Yeah
Through all the bullshit it's one thing I know
It takes a real one to know one
Yeah
The difference is that I show up
I do my own shit, put my dough up
Uh
Man they can't wait for me to blow up
I don't trust many people
They too sus
They too evil
Tryna treat me like a equal but they suck
Like the sequal
How you think it happened
I put the hours in
Had to lay it down like a flower bed
All that shit that went down
I was allowing it
Now I changed my life
And you out of it
So
How you think fuckin me over was helping you win
I told you
You did it again
Blocked you and I thought it would end
'Til you started hitting up my friends
And they some real ones
Not just my man's
The ones in the past
I guess it depends
I knew a person I thought was a homie
Later he showed me
He was on the fence, damn
Felt like a trend
Got my eyes open
I can't take a chance
I know the devil gon dance
Won't let 'em fuck up my plans
I'm just gon' brush off my hands
I do this shit for the fans
The blood and the sweat from my glands, yeah
It's DDK it's PT
This shit on repeat it's my jam, yeah, aye
It takes a real one to know one
Yeah
The difference is that I show up
I do my own shit, put my dough up
Uh
Man they can't wait for me to blow up
Aye man, it's about 3:35 Eastern
I'm checking in live from the 301
Page called me said I had to kill it
I said Aight bet, hahaha
Let's get it, yeah yeah
DDK here with PT, uh
Physical test
Imma give 'em my best
Mama said that she gon' see me on TV
Give 'em no less
I got hittas on back
Make the hoe sing like Stevie
Lang, no pg
No you gotta hear my breath
Boutta get a ring then repeat, swing like BB
Like the boy played for the mets,
I'm upset, but I ain't gon stress
Came a long way from the days I slept,
I don't want less, but gotta be blessed
Got my own hand, ain't take from the deck
Suite life, Cody, got the rock like zack
and i don't pass that, b-b-back
Pretty boy, but no Efron
Ain't no effin' way i'ma ever go bad
Mama raised a rolling stone, it's what I know
They stay on that path but I still built my own
I don't play with people man I'm way too grown
Yeah
Through all the bullshit it's one thing I know
It takes a real one to know one
Yeah
The difference is that I show up
I do my own shit, put my dough up
Uh
Man they can't wait for me to blow up

Written by:
Dylan Selby, Ismael Arceo

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