The Farrow - The Real Pablo lyrics

The Farrow - The Real Pablo (prod. Thomas Crager) [Intro] Best rapper alive That might be a bold statement But f** it, I meant it [Verse 1] I just had a late night My Day 1 n***a wanna know if I can facetime He said “I watch your snapchats man but tell me what your day's like” So I told him, well I just wake up then I hit the studio with all my timberwolves I feel like Ricky Rubio, yeah Then I get a couple blondes to roll up blunts I guess it's really who you know But I don't know, yeah Then I'll prolly do a photo shoot Wanna take a shot or two but be like man it's only 2 Post that sh** on Instagram She said “I'm your biggest fan” I said “Really? Damn. But you only seen a show or two.” It's all that fake love From all these phonies who hardly know me And I don't know, one day I'm prolly gon' say some' Until then, I'll keep sending ‘em the heart emoji And I'm really glad you hit me up Lately I been doing d** just to have a pick-me-up I might hit a mumble rappers girl and tell her pick me up Xany rappin' over Zaytoven's potion just ain't enough [Chorus] I feel like the real Pablo I gotta turn up the track to conceal that flow I might just click-clack and let that go I might just (gun sound) and let that blow I'm gone I feel like the real Pablo I gotta turn up the track to conceal that flow I might just click-clack and let that go I might just (gun sound) and let that blow I'm gone [Verse 2] Hands up, hands up Hands up, hands up, hands up Hands up hands up Hands up, hands up, hands up Hands up, don't shoot, the cops tryna k** us A rack for a bullet wound, Doc tryna bill us Letters from collector getting stacked to the ceiling And if you move up, you get hara**ed where you living Now all your neighbors ain't racist but they still hate though Drive a nice car and wanna know who you play for From pickin' cotton to milly rockin' we came far But they still own the rights to every word you sayin' dog So how is it that someone who's so distant Created they whole business off signing these broke n***as Like this ain't a slave auction and labels don't own n***as But n***as with no visions are tying the ropes with ‘em I'm gone [Chorus] I feel like the real Pablo I gotta turn up the track to conceal that flow I might just click-clack and let that go I might just (gun sound) and let that blow I'm gone I feel like the real Pablo I gotta turn up the track to conceal that flow I might just click-clack and let that go I might just (gun sound) and let that blow I'm gone