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Real Ones
5,668
Hip-Hop/Rap
Real Ones was released on May 19, 2019 by Jared Anthony as a part of the album Real Ones - Single
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Release DateMay 19, 2019
LabelJared Anthony
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jared Anthony
Jared Anthony
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Anthony
Jared Anthony
Songwriter

Lyrics

Baby, I don't really have friends
Talk about love, but they'll kill you for the check
Takin' all these drugs for the stress
You only want me if you only want me
Haven't seen the sun in a hundred days
Text your ass back that I'm on my way
I won't R.I.P. 'til I find my way
Have a Pistol Pete, then he shot away
Tell me why they gotta take the real ones
Why they gotta envy when the deal comes?
I done lost my bro on the field, don
Why you take his soul like you steal some?
Now I really wanna die young
I pray to Lord that they blessin' all my sons
Rollin' deep, tryna make it out the slums
Lookin' up that I made it out the mud
Made it out the mud
You don't need to tell me 'cause I know you have my love
Always get reminded 'cause I always see them doves
I always find my way even when I get so stuck
I always find my way even when I'm out of luck
But tell me, dear Lord, why you gotta take the real ones?
That shit made me stronger, wonder why I have no feelings
I remember promisin' I'm makin' all the millions
Makin' all these tracks, got me dancin' on the ceilin'
Haven't seen the sun in a hundred days
Text your ass back that I'm on my way
I won't R.I.P. 'til I find my way
Have a Pistol Pete, then he shot away
Tell me why they gotta take the real ones
Why they gotta envy when the deal comes?
I done lost my bro on the field, don
Why you take his soul like you steal some?
Now I really wanna die young
Balenciagas on my feet, I won't run
Reminisce all the ones in the club
Why they gotta die young for the funds?
But I always have my guns
And prayin' for your mama, slime, prayin' for your cousin
We don't ever wanna ride, we on that suspect
Wonder why I don't go outside 'cause everybody upset, upset
Bullets fly, everybody duckin'
Ayy, R.I.P. to Nip, R.I.P. to Pete
Now I take these pills just to sleep, ayy
R.I.P. to X, let him rest
Why they gotta kill the best?
All these young legends gotta die young
Haven't seen the sun in a hundred days
Text your ass back that I'm on my way
I won't R.I.P. 'til I find my way
Have a Pistol Pete, then he shot away
Tell me why they gotta take the real ones
Why they gotta envy when the deal comes?
I done lost my bro on the field, don
Why you take his soul like you steal some?
Now I really wanna die young
Now I really wanna die young
Written by: Jared Anthony
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