[Verse 1: King Chip] If my niggas don't fuck wit' you, I don't fuck wit' you That's just a code in my hood, don't let these guns hit you Be a man of your word, don't ever let 'em ever play you Stand up for your shit, make sure these haters pay you Can't nothing stop a room full of real niggas I got some bad rich bitches, they my real niggas It's like working four jobs not to kill niggas My little niggas love to ride by and spill niggas If yall fell out over some chips that ain't your real nigga If yall fell out over a chick that ain't your real nigga Before I be a house nigga be a field nigga I gotta Port Arthur a chick call in my trill nigga I met Duke in 92, and we still niggas Rocking Hilfigers before they was like chill niggas Living well me and my niggas go'n eat Before you hate, hit the brakes with both feet
[Hook – Kid Cudi:] Hey yo, all right [8x] This is how it's supposed to be
[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky] Max with the homies, try to teach them things Teach them how to make a piece of change, even keep the change But they never change, bought a set of chains with another chain Upgraded to a better chain, that Beretta sing, I ain't playin' Shoes on the 'rari start to look like hooves Pigs by the crib start to look like wolves Money never change me only change the situation The paper I be chasing got them sucker niggas hating Started from the pavement, basement Satan, Couldn't match my flames so they compare me to a mason Free like slaves but they based and crazy We talkin' bout crack or we talking about blacks? So for the blunted, then they picking the gun up Motherfuckers is tripping if it in in the run up Then they getting the come up, yup bitch And they do with the sun up And this is for my niggas and my gang Through the fortune and the fame Only thing that never change is my niggas
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[Verse 3: Kid Cudi] I got the niggas that I need with me Any issues my nigga you know then please hit me No question no hesitation when it come to holdin' fam' down, If you creep me the fuck out you probably ain't around Now you can hate on the side lines, I'm skipping past You got me fucked up, keep talking and kiss my ass No sweating the ho shit, too in tune with the family I do got the ones that do know Scott They give me the love that a nigga need If its a place to stay or a dime sack of weed Word to Dennis Riding thick and thin 'til we finished Focused to keep the pockets replenished Clothes on our kids And keep my niggas from going away on a bid Only wanted all the fly shit when we got big Chasing these hoes up in they ribs at they momma crib Beat niggas up so bothered 'bout it they go blind about it We all grown, families of our own Providing for 'em real niggas, real morals that's the code So long as I am my brother's keeper He will provide me with a nine if I need it or a street sweeper The love I have for my niggas is another type You gotta real nigga down with you for your whole life Love for my niggas, The brothers that I never had made my life a lot less sad my nigga