[Verse 1: Ollie Joseph]
Fake ones will have your whole check fucked up
What you take from their actions reflects on you
I hate fuck n***as, guess it all depends on us
Lay pave over names and some men I drew
A whole process, started from the center of the glove
Didn't fit tight early but the leather getting snug
Shit was tough at first, now the crew strong
And the dudes all took Ls but I bust that curse
And hit the switcharoo, yeah (Yeah), ayy (Ayy)
And I brought all my n***as too (My n***as too) (They my motherfucking n***as), yeah (Yeah)
I had to late the hahas charge up the battery acid
Took my problems, turned 'em to a gallery set
Had to unsub from vibes and channel
Now I'm going up-up on my soprano
Singing to the white chicks, I be singing 'cause I'm light-skinned
But keep playing me a suite, that's potentially a life risk
'Cause she'll creep on you with the nightstick
Cross me, you might end up like Christ did
I had to learn from a young age
Pay attention and listen to what your gut say
Ayy (Ayy), 'cause n***as shifty
I wanna bring the dubs home but you saw how they got Nipsey
It's no love

[Chorus: Trawick II]
May be from the L but I don't take none (Take none)
If I don't get a chance, I'ma make one (Make one)
If you ain't my mans, I don't shake-up (Nah, nah)
I can separate the real from the fake ones (Whoa)
Yeah, yeah, when the stakes up
Hard hits, no misses, I don't graze 'em (Graze 'em)
Boy, I got the sauce and it's A1 (A1)
I can separate the real from the fake ones
[Verse 2: Trawick II]
Real n***as stand up (Whoa, stand up)
When you hit the bottom, then you gotta go and man up
Yeah I really live it, never flexin' on the camera
Yeah, I pray to God they don't take me with my hands up
Two bitches in a tandem
They gon' buss it for me 'cause I'm young and handsome
Doin' business with my n***as, I don't like to share with randoms
If you want your bitch back, call up when you get the ransom
My girl look better raw, real with no makeup
Wake up in the morning, time to get this cake up
I just rolled two joints, we 'bout to bake up
Watch me plant a money tree and then I wake up
Still ten toes down in my Nikes, n***a
Know a couple of 'em, wanna fight me, n***a
Stay up off, you can't find me, n***a
I don't move alone so come and try me, n***a

[Chorus: Trawick II]
May be from the L but I don't take none (Take none)
If I don't get a chance, I'ma make one (Make one)
If you ain't my mans, I don't shake-up (Nah, nah)
I can separate the real from the fake ones (Whoa)
Yeah, yeah, when the stakes up
Hard hits, no misses, I don't graze 'em (Graze 'em)
Boy, I got the sauce and it's A1 (A1)
I can separate the real from the fake ones
[Verse 3: Apollo]
West coast vibes while I drive in the Midwest
Only fuck a ten ten times and then dip left
Birds on lock and the hub with the two-step
When you come around, it's gang signs and a new set
Setlist finished, now it's time to get faded
Roll the blunt and smoke the pain away, I'm always medicated
Only time you been a ten is back before you turned 11
Big and back bein' bool with my homies while they hatin'
Every moment is the right time, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch been in the stu' for twenty hours while I write rhymes
God gave me fists for a reason when it's fight time
I don't go outside but when I do, every light's lime
Keep the Juul on me, I'm a jeweler (Woo!)
I cannot be fucking with these losers
I could go to jail for the night, they gon' give me one call
Don't press me out in public, make me have to call the shooter
What's up

[Chorus: Trawick II]
May be from the L but I don't take none (Take none)
If I don't get a chance, I'ma make one (Make one)
If you ain't my mans, I don't shake-up (Nah, nah)
I can separate the real from the fake ones (Whoa)
Yeah, yeah, when the stakes up
Hard hits, no misses, I don't graze 'em (Graze 'em)
Boy, I got the sauce and it's A1 (A1)
I can separate the real from the fake ones