Young Thug – Recognize Real (ft. Gunna) (Audio, Lyrics)

Off PUNK, Gunna joins Young Thug on the track, “Recognize Real” produced by Charlie Handsome. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Young Thug Recognize Real

Thugger and Gunna link for a collaboration discussing police brutality, steadfast desire, history and their past.
The duo rap over a soft slow instrumental, expressing their earnest feelings of modern society while living a luxurious and famed lifestyle simultaneously.

Young Thug – Recognize Real (ft. Gunna) (prod. Charlie Handsome)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna]
Had to gamble my life, rollin’ the dice
My name got a price, but talk to me nice
I got my money right
You know they criticize
But it’s alright, I won’t be victimized
Judge and the police takin’ my people lives
I’m just signin’ checks and doin’ what’s best for mine
And I ain’t gotta do too much ’cause real gon’ recognize (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
It’s written on your face, think you better than me
I can’t get caught up with you bitches, I’m keeping it P
I gotta keep it P
My millennium is the last dying breed (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Louis on me
I’m Armstrong and you too skinny and scrawny
You don’t tell no lies and I can’t fuck with you only
I turn you up and you gon’ never be lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want a Rolls Royce, I want a Maybach
I want a Hellcat, cost a hundred racks
You sold a lot of cap, they want they money back
On tour, I crossed ’em out, thank God I made it back
I never asked for help, nobody gave me that
We ’bout to ban all that cap, we only stating facts
I’ma let ’em know how I feel, check out my latest track
And I always stay on track (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m killin’ ’bout my brother and I know that you see
My new house didn’t come with a key, you gotta type it and see
Fuck your whole gang, we smoked the boss, we ain’t smokin’ no leaf
We shop online at vintage store, got thousand-dollar tees
We pass the bitch right when we done
She ain’t my wife, how could I see her with my son?
Rockin’ Rick Owens, got the ones that say, “Cunt”
All I do is sit and count racks up by the bunch
Took her out and paid for lunch
Rich off of Pyrex
You could twirl your arm right to left and get a Corvette
Five or six M, double R, Ferrari, I don’t know where to start at
I told my teacher I’ma buy more watches ’cause I was tardy
I started screamin’ out the answers before it started
Added that bitch to my ransom, then went the hardest
My homie died, I want answers, so we gon’ spark it
We takin’ over like cancer and goin’ the hardest

[Chorus: Gunna]
Had to gamble my life, rollin’ the dice
My name got a price, so talk to me nice
I got my money right
You know they criticize
But it’s alright, I won’t be victimized
Judge and the police takin’ my people lives
I’m just signin’ checks and doin’ what’s best for mine
And I ain’t gotta do too much ’cause real gon’ recognize (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Gunna]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah