Out Of Center Tory Lanez & Dave East

[Intro]
Uh, what's the definition of real?
You either real or you ain't
No in-between
Line 'em up cousin

[Verse 1: Dave East]
What's the definition of real?
I still enter the field
These pills give me the chills
Tory push the foreign
The first shit I rode in was stolen
These bitches get boring
Rarely catch me wearing Ralph Lauren
More into Giuseppe
Not a word you niggas could tell me
My critics can suck a dick
Talk to niggas in prison daily
Trap pass the red
These presidents I got are actually dead
Clientele don't match the consignment just give me half instead
Naturally pimp shit
Seat's massaging me in the Rover, knocking piff shit
You bloggin' like Bizkit
Foreign senses violate us they call forensics
That felony stopped my Canada paper not to mention
Toronto love me
Eritrean girls call me hubby
I'm tryna learn their language my niggas tell me I'm lucky
I give no reply to strangers, I fall asleep out the country
My phone was filled with custees
Trust me, the ghetto love me