[Intro: Masi Rooc]
They don't want none of this drama
That blade's no good when I cock this back
Run that ball, don't talk
So who's real?
So who's real?
So who's real?
So who's real?

[Verse 1: Masi Rooc]
Which one of them is real? Who's got ticker?
Who's got heart? Down for the cause
Never been on rewind, never been paused
Put me away for a whole lot of years
And I came back, no remorse (Oi, lad)
Fill me in with talk on the street
And the crews that wanna go war
Yeah, I heard they got numbers (So what?)
We got a whole lot of form
My soldiers been through the testers, please
Cut out the talk on the net, we squeeze
Won't have to pull out the Wesson (Shh)
Pray to the Lord that He bless 'em
Don't give me a reason to hop out the car when I spot ya
See who's who when I'm done
See who's who when you run
Nah, they don't want war with real
Ten hitters in a pod, that's real
Seven years in a max, so real
STG, IVO, that's real
Supermax, ETI, that's real
Five and a half years segro, real
Never seen one of you in there, go real
Was an outcast from the get-go, real
Everybody want to throw it up now, real
Resume check on the crew, who's real?
Pull off the mask, let's see who's real
Pull up in the park with hitters in the car
What's good? Let's see who's real
Got the 501s in NZ, real
Run up Big Mac when they get there, real
Even my coey done said they're real
Few of our boys in Villawood, real
Colosi up in a max now, real
Would have done a brick by now, that's real
Telling you, soldiers wouldn't believe all the shit we done
Put that question to bed
I'm telling you, wouldn't believe all the wars we won
[Chorus: Masi Rooc]
Who's real?
They're not, nah
They don't want none of this drama
It's too big for their hearts
That blade's no good when I cock this back
Can you tell me I went too far?
Run that ball, don't talk out here
You really gotta earn your start
Who's real?
They're not, nah
They don't want none of this drama
It's too big for their hearts
That blade's no good when I cock this back
Can you tell me I went too far?
Run that ball, don't talk out here
You really gotta earn your start
So who's real?

[Verse 2: Hooligan Hefs]
Can I get a resume check? Who do I call?
Who's your reference?
0193, 3027, free my brethrens (Free 'em)
Don't talk out of school
'Cause anyone who talked out of school got taught a lesson
I'm tryna avoid this cell, but fuckin' hell
My trigger finger always stressin'
I was sixteen, playing with shivs
I'm not Kreezy Visions, but I'm shooting the clips
Prepared to risk it all
Just know that four of youse coming with
My blood cut lines on his face
No, I'm not talking about a slit
When you get locked up, say hi to my brethrens, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Little dog got hit shived, rivved fuckin' bitch
My young driller on the field
And of course he still letting it rip
We haven't took one L
Someone pass the championship
Fuck off
[Chorus: Masi Rooc]
Who's real?
They're not, nah
They don't want none of this drama
It's too big for their hearts
That blade's no good when I cock this back
Can you tell me I went too far?
Run that ball, don't talk out here
You really gotta earn your start
Run that ball, don't talk out here
You really gotta earn your start
Who's real?
They're not, nah
They don't want none of this drama
It's too big for their hearts
That blade's no good when I cock this back
Can you tell me I went too far?
Run that ball, don't talk out here
You really gotta earn your start
Run that ball, don't talk out here
You really gotta earn your start
So who's real?