He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
Hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada, hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada
Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out

He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Wait a minute, who's real, who's not?
She's real but he's not
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Yeah yo, guns go clack, packs gon' move
Blood gettin' drawn, skin gon' bruise
'Cause real gon' win, the fake gon' lose
The love overpowers the hate by twos

All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
Load the tre pound so we six up on 'em
So when they act corny, we jus' switch up on 'em

He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Wait a minute, who's real, who's not?
She's real but he's not
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Who's phony, who's fake?
Silver Hummer on eights
Life's good, I'm straight
Clap your hands one at a time, you were late

Can't keep it 100 them the ones I hate
But I'ma keep it 200 for the ones they fake
Red and black cars on the red chrome stakes
Young Juiceman I should warn off my plates

He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Who's real, who's not?
She's real but he's not
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Yeah yo, pocket full of cash, wallet fulla class
In and out the lane, dippin' through the traffic
We ain't hustlin' no more, we doin' gymnastics
Couple of flips and they stash it, vastly

Real gon' recognize real, phony gon' recognize steel
I reckon I will expose those who are, if you ain't what you are
I don't gon' too far, sorry, muah

Get yourself a fresh flesh or a new scar
Bullet holes all on the side of your new car
Load up the AR, spray y'all, k y'all
It's real on this side, phony where ever they are

He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Wait a minute, who's real, who's not?
She's real but he's not
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jason Phillips, Kaseem Dean, Naki Levy, Otis Williams, Tyrone Johnson