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 go move   Blood gettin' draw, 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   [Incomprehensible] 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?   [Incomprehensible] on eights   Life's good, I'm straight   Clap your hands one at a time, you were late      Can't keep it 100 then 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 'xpose 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 on the side of your new car   Load up the AR, spray yo, kayo   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