Real one
How many times I gotta prove myself?
Every promise that I told, I kept
I'm one of the last ones left

I wrote this shit behind a wall
Everybody wit' it until they charged for the call
Everybody wit' it until they dawg take a loss
'Til that lawyer money low and your mama put up the house
Yeah, these diamonds came from struggle, that's just how it came
When I'm in jail the only time I hear them scream my name
If you down for me, then I should never have to pick your brain
'Cause when I'm free, I don't be feelin' we locked in the same
If you don't do enough then they gon' complain
I gave you the world, you want a diamond ring
Real nigga ridin' for you but you chose the lame
You must ain't never had a

Real one
How many times I got to prove myself?
Every promise that I told, I kept
I'm one of the last ones left
Real one
I opened some doors for some niggas that changed (yeah, yeah)
I gave it to God, I could've splattered they brains
I'm one of the last ones left (it's Ricch)

I'm one of the last ones left
Stay solid through the pressure (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Seen a lot of niggas change
And they had time to address it (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Ran the money in they face and I know now, they get the message
That shit would make you hate me, but you gon' respect it
Seein' niggas jump ship soon as the wave rocked off
That's why I stay blocked off, from the day I popped off (oh, oh, oh)
Learn to keep my mouth closed like I suffer lockjaw
Any nigga go against us just might get knocked off
In this fabricated world, I don't feel no one
Been through shit that'll make you never make you want to deal with no one
Banana clips but I'll never wanna peel no one
How many times did I tell you I'm a

Real one
How many times I got to prove myself?
Every promise that I told, I kept
I'm one of the last ones left
Real one
I opened some doors for some niggas that changed (yeah, yeah)
I gave it to God, I could've splattered they brains
I'm one of the last ones left

Maybe if I wasn't so hard, you'll still have room in your heart
Maybe if I didn't have these sins, we'll still be somethin' like friends
Maybe if I cried it over and I wasn't such a soldier
Maybe if I, if I, if I was a bitch-ass nigga
Then maybe you would think I was realer
Maybe if I didn't have a big heart
Maybe you would love me a little (do-do-do, do)
If I was a bitch-ass nigga, maybe you would love me a little
'Cause lately you been fuckin' with the whole side
So now I see that you can't tell the difference (no, no, no)

Real one (ooh)
How many times I got to prove myself? (ooh)
Every promise that I told, I kept (ooh)
I'm one of the last ones left (I'ma dog)
Real one
I opened some doors for some niggas that changed
I gave it to God, I could've splattered they brains
I'm one of the last ones left

I'm one of the last ones, I'ma die a real one
I'm one of the last ones, I'ma die a real one
I'm one of the last ones, I'ma die a real one
I'm one of the last ones, I'ma die a real one (real one)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Fredrick Givens II, Jackie Plant Jr., Norman Payne, Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr