Real One (feat. Young Deji) [Produced by DJ.Fresh, Co-Produced by Kev Choice]

[Chorus: Deji] How it feel, how it feel To have a real on in your corner baby? They can never con it baby How it feel, how it feel To have a real on in your corner baby? They can never con it baby How it feel, how it feel To have a real on in your corner baby? They can never con it baby How it feel, how it feel To have a real on in your corner baby? They can never con it baby [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Okay, when you got visions of being the man Sometimes other people won't understand Gotta go hard for yours, maintain the upper hand Rollin’ up grams with this chick who's super thick But she from Japan Soaking up some vibes workin' on my tan Another show, another two hundred grand stuffed in the safe There ain’t no comparison to my watch and the one you wearin' Weed so loud, you hear it Pull up and we the ones they wanna stare at Fuck an appearance, you hear us talk it then we really live it Houses with tanks, fifty thousand dollar fish up in 'em My team was built to win Hit your broad with that venom, pro clubs and Levi denims You can tell by our women And all these legendary bars I'm pennin' Come to my mansion if you wanna kick it Flooded with digits, boss up, it's your decision You lookin' fucked, we stuck to the business Yeah yup [Chorus: Deji] How it feel, how it feel To have a real on in your corner baby? They can never con it baby How it feel, how it feel To have a real on in your corner baby? They can never con it baby How it feel, how it feel To have a real on in your corner baby? They can never con it baby How it feel, how it feel To have a real on in your corner baby? They can never con it baby [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] 10 steps ahead of these niggas Wanna last in this game, then you better be Rollin' so much weed, look like the 70’s Newer chain, copped a better piece The crib mine, nigga fuck a lease She off the leash, bank account in Greece Gettin’ mine to say the least Put it down, she tell me I'm a beast Soon as two thousand, I ain’t get released We got more heat for the streets, fuckin' up her sheets 100k a week, rich but I stay discreet You know how them major players be Tell her she could stay or leave Can't believe, but we really achieved it Bars are seamless, money large, wrist anemic I ain't there unless my team is in it Ain’t nothing new, we been here a minute Trips to Spain and Venice, just to handle our business Don't leave a thing, I'm finished Champagne with our dinners Going strong every inning, some shit you might wanna witness [Chorus: Deji] How it feel, how it feel To have a real on in your corner baby? They can never con it baby How it feel, how it feel To have a real on in your corner baby? They can never con it baby How it feel, how it feel To have a real on in your corner baby? They can never con it baby How it feel, how it feel To have a real on in your corner baby? They can never con it baby