Wiz Khalifa – Real One (feat. Young Deji) Lyrics

Real One

Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)

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"Real One." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Young Deji)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 06:40 pm

Album: Fly Times, Vol. 1: The Good Fly Young

Track No: 12

How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby? (Okay)
They can never clone it baby
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
How it feel, how it feel (Yeah, yup)
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it baby
Ten steps ahead of these ****
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, **** 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
How it feel, how it feel (Yeah, yup)
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner, baby?
They can never clone it baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a (To have a, to have a)
Real one in your corner, baby (Corner baby, corner baby)
They can never clone it baby (Clone it baby)
They can never clone it baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner (Real one in your corner, real one in your corner)
They can never clone it baby (Clone it baby, clone it baby)
They can never clone it baby (Baby)

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz & Thato Owen Peter Sikwane.

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