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[Intro] [Spoken: "Yeah... dedicated to the fake ones. You know who you are. Real G's only."] [Verse 1] Step into the street, see the smoke in the air Compton on the map, yeah, I’m the nightmare You’re talking that talk but you never walked the mile Just a studio gangster with a borrowed style I’m the king of the set, the original soul While you’re selling out, tryna play the role Got my eyes on the prize and my hand on the steel In a world full of fakes, I’m the only one real. [Chorus] Real G's move in silence, we don't need the fame While you're acting for the camera, playing little games From the streets of the C to the top of the hill You’re just a puppet, boy, I’m the one who’s real [Group vocal shout: "REAL G'S!"] Yeah, we’re still here, standing still. [Verse 2] I heard the records you made, yeah, they sound like a joke Talking 'bout the struggle but you never were broke I’m the ghost of the city, the voice of the block The one that you fear when I’m checking the clock You sold your soul for a shiny gold chain Now you’re losing the street, and you’re losing the brain Check the records, check the stats, check the name on the door I’m the legend of the West, and I’m ready for war. [Bridge: The Diss Breakdown] [Spoken/Rap: "Look at you... dressing up, acting tough. But when the lights go out, you're nothing. Just a memory."] Where you gonna hide when the truth comes out? Shut your mouth, boy, I know what you’re about! [Final Chorus: Maximum Intensity] Real G's move in silence, we don't need the fame While you're acting for the camera, playing little games From the streets of the C to the top of the hill You’re just a puppet, boy, I’m the one who’s real. [Outro: Systematic Fade] [Ad-libs: "Ruthless till the end...", "Compton...", "Keep it real."] [End]