Real Ones
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@ Michael Gibson
2026-06-23 14:21:52
Lyrics
[Verse 1] I'm JoJo, still posted where the real ones stand, Got brothers by my side, ain't no need for a plan, Loco got my back when the road gets rough, KeyKey keep it real when the times get tough.
These crazy ones been solid since the start of the race, Never switched up, never changed up his face, A lot of folks talk but the truth gets shown, When the storm clouds hit, that's when loyalty's known.
[Hook] It's JoJo on the mic, let me tell y'all straight, Got a few real homies and they never been fake. From Antioch to Pittsburg, always solid, always true.
[Verse 2] Pittsburg raised me, Antioch know my name, Still the same JoJo, never chasing the fame, Seen people come and go like the changing tide, But my day ones stayed right there by my side.
We laugh, we struggle, we survive and grow, Learned some hard lessons on them backstreet roads, No need for a spotlight, no need for applause, Real ones earn respect without breaking the laws.
Gangsters move in silence, that's the old-school way, While the loudest in the room got the least to say, I ain't gotta prove nothing, my people know, The strongest trees in the forest take the longest to grow.
[Bridge] So here's to the brothers that stayed through the rain, Through the losses, through the victories, through the pain, Loco, y'all already know, If loyalty's a kingdom, then that's where we roll.
[Final Hook] It's JoJo on the mic, and I'm raising a toast, To the friends that stayed solid when I needed 'em most, From Antioch to Pittsburg, let the whole Bay know, Real friends never fold, and that's all I know.
Shout out my homeboy Loco, certified Bay-made, Move through the city low-key, never chasing the parade, Real one, stay solid, never folding under pressure, While the fake ones talking loud, he just stacking up the measures.
Got that mask on, mystery, people wonder what's the plan, Read a room in five seconds, understand who they really am, Get outta pocket if you want, that's your own bad decision, Loco see through all the acting with that tunnel-vision precision.
Antioch nights, Pittsburg roots, loyalty first, Built respect from the ground up, never needed rehearsed, When he walks in, whole vibe shift, everybody know, Not because he making threats, 'cause his reputation show.
Quiet like lasagna, that's the code that he live, Never bragging 'bout the work, just the respect that he give, JoJo on the track, giving flowers where they due, To Loco, real Bay legend, one of the chosen few.
These crazy ones been solid since the start of the race, Never switched up, never changed up his face, A lot of folks talk but the truth gets shown, When the storm clouds hit, that's when loyalty's known.
[Hook] It's JoJo on the mic, let me tell y'all straight, Got a few real homies and they never been fake. From Antioch to Pittsburg, always solid, always true.
[Verse 2] Pittsburg raised me, Antioch know my name, Still the same JoJo, never chasing the fame, Seen people come and go like the changing tide, But my day ones stayed right there by my side.
We laugh, we struggle, we survive and grow, Learned some hard lessons on them backstreet roads, No need for a spotlight, no need for applause, Real ones earn respect without breaking the laws.
Gangsters move in silence, that's the old-school way, While the loudest in the room got the least to say, I ain't gotta prove nothing, my people know, The strongest trees in the forest take the longest to grow.
[Bridge] So here's to the brothers that stayed through the rain, Through the losses, through the victories, through the pain, Loco, y'all already know, If loyalty's a kingdom, then that's where we roll.
[Final Hook] It's JoJo on the mic, and I'm raising a toast, To the friends that stayed solid when I needed 'em most, From Antioch to Pittsburg, let the whole Bay know, Real friends never fold, and that's all I know.
Shout out my homeboy Loco, certified Bay-made, Move through the city low-key, never chasing the parade, Real one, stay solid, never folding under pressure, While the fake ones talking loud, he just stacking up the measures.
Got that mask on, mystery, people wonder what's the plan, Read a room in five seconds, understand who they really am, Get outta pocket if you want, that's your own bad decision, Loco see through all the acting with that tunnel-vision precision.
Antioch nights, Pittsburg roots, loyalty first, Built respect from the ground up, never needed rehearsed, When he walks in, whole vibe shift, everybody know, Not because he making threats, 'cause his reputation show.
Quiet like lasagna, that's the code that he live, Never bragging 'bout the work, just the respect that he give, JoJo on the track, giving flowers where they due, To Loco, real Bay legend, one of the chosen few.
Style of Music
Bay Area mob rap, smooth and menacing, 90 BPM, deep bass, dark piano keys, and that "the loudest guy in the room is usually the weakest" energy. Humans keep relearning that lesson every generation.