[Intro: CRIMEAPPLE, RLX]
Where my real ones at?
Woah

[Verse 1: CRIMEAPPLE]
Every last dream is well within reach
Outside the store, gave him a piece, the fiend fell to his knees (Doma)
The seats in the V felt like a peach (Doma)
You could tell it was me, sheesh
The trees don't smell, they reek (Woah)
The females wanna speak, the weak males wanna tweet (Okay)
The details where the devil live right up thе street (Okay)
Not a machine, but I light up the beat
[?], CP3 and Bookеr, tighten up ya' sneaks
The sunrise in the east, the gun size up ya meat (Ai)
The funds pile up, pocket filled, mined up with cheese
Time's gonna freeze like Zack Morris, made a speech
Released a turtle out in Turtle Bay, got brains like I'm Screech
Good chain under the fleece, wood grain in the capris (Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing)
Hood pin cut me deep, now I'm layin' by the beach (By the beach)
In my lane doing fifty-three
You cut me off a fishtail (Ay yi yi)
Flying to the guardrail, I'm riding on God's Trail (God's Trail)
Woah, woah

[Verse 2: RLX]
She toxic with the hellcat
I saw where your mind is, and I fell back
Said this was exotic, but it smell trash
Reinvest my profit when it sell fast
I kept on my promise, I'm a real man
My scent always bomb but mixed with lil' gas
Hustle through these years, I was seeling packs
Had to cut off with my peers, I ain't hear it back (I ain't hear it back)
I shut off my ears, I don't hear a fact
Really rap, I could drop a tear when I think of that
Hand-me-downs, now I'm rockin' gear, where you get this at
Carry rounds, hollow tips'll kill when it get to that (Get to that)
But I would rather chill, count a bill, and stack
If you hurtin' we can split a mil, where my real ones at? (Where my real ones at?)
[Outro: RLX, CRIMEAPPLE]
Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing
Aye, aye
Brr
Beep
Where my real ones at?
Where my real ones at?
Where my real ones at?