[Hook: Derek Minor]
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Play the game 4 quarters, yeah I keep it one hundred
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Play the game 4 quarters, yeah I keep it one hundred
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Play the game 4 quarters, yeah I keep it one hundred
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Play the game 4 quarters, yeah I keep it one hundred boy...
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Real recognize real, recognize real
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Real recognize real, real recognize real
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Real recognize real, recognize real
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Real recognize real, real recognize real
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[Verse 1: Derek Minor]
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The whole truth, nothing but it
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Ben Franklin my witness, boy I keep it one hundred
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So if I say I ain't playing, ain't no flodging or frontin'
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I got the ball, I cut my legs off before I punt it
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Bruh said that we fake, I don't know where he heard that
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Probably met some pulpit pimp with a permanent Cadillac
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No I ain't like him at all, I am not perfect dawg
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But even when I fall, I know Christ paid it all
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And I preach that, only hope so I teach that
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Co-signed by that boy Lecrae, so I guess you say that I Reached that
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I'm a try to live what I talk about until they pit my coffin out
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And if I'm wrong I call it out so you can see what my God about
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I don't want you to think that I'm perfect, I just want you to see the Lord is worth it
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All I got is his grace and mercy
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And guess what, boy? I don't deserve it
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[Hook: Derek Minor]
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Play the game 4 quarters, yeah I keep it one hundred
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Play the game 4 quarters, yeah I keep it one hundred
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Play the game 4 quarters, yeah I keep it one hundred
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Play the game 4 quarters, yeah I keep it one hundred boy...
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Real recognize real, recognize real
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Real recognize real, real recognize real
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Real recognize real, recognize real
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Real recognize real, real recognize real
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[Verse 2: Lecrae]
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Aye y'all so unfamiliar, I ain't never seen you bro
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And where you say I know you from? And who you say you know I know?
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It's one thing I can't take, a flodge and a fake when it come to faith
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And I ain't flawless, ain't the standard, but I'm a sure enough be a living example
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Ol' Saints came in and laid the tracks, blood, sweat and tears, skin off they backs
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These new cats here tryna ride the train, and folks hopping on telling lies and things
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Trying to derail with false details, everybody looking like we fail
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I seen your kind for a long time, you fake Gucci, no retail
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Y'all don't fool me with empty rhymes, cliche words, preachy lines
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Everybody here been made homie, can't nobody vouch for your life in grind
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Who discipled you? Where you serving, mayne? What ya reading, bruh? What ya learning, mayne?
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Listen we ain't even in no gang, but this thing realer then the set you claim
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Look, this ain't some Faith I made, faith made me, you could tell I'm changed
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You probably wondering why the folk look at you strange, you a stranger, they never heard your name
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[Hook: Derek Minor]
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Play the game 4 quarters, yeah I keep it one hundred
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Play the game 4 quarters, yeah I keep it one hundred
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Play the game 4 quarters, yeah I keep it one hundred
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Play the game 4 quarters, yeah I keep it one hundred boy...
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Real recognize real, recognize real
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Real recognize real, real recognize real
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Real recognize real, recognize real
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Real recognize real, real recognize real
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[Verse 3: Pettidee]
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Real recognize real, pushers recognize deal
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Predators recognize prey, killers recognize kill
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You thought you was a real gangster in a jeep then they rolled up on you with a.45
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Shot that boy in the club, now you in the parking lot and it's 'bout to get live
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Homeboy is 'bout the west side, yo kinfolk get riders' lives
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Fist to the face, gun go out, take that air, ridin' high
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Now you come back to your Father raising your hands high
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I won't return to my vomit, stand up with the men of Christ
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Jesus Christ, the Way, the Truth, the Life, that's the Author and Father
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Greater is he that's in me than choppers poppin' and stop ya
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Don't die in these streets, you are purposed for something
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If they tear down your hood and change your block, then the game was all for nothing
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Bangers, thugs, killers, drugs, dealers too happy to bleed
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The aftermath of willingness, we refusin' to read
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Is there eternal life, |