[Verse 1: King Chip]
If my n***as don't f** wit' you, I don't f** 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 play you
Stand up for your sh**, make sure these haters pay you
Can't nothing stop a room full of real n***as
I got some bad rich b**hes, they my real n***as
It's like working four jobs not to k** n***as
My little n***as love to ride by and spill n***as
If y'all fell out over some chips that ain't your real n***a
If y'all fell out over a chick that ain't your real n***a
Before I be a house n***a be a field n***a
I gotta Port Arthur chick, call it my trill n***a
I met Duke in '92 and we still n***as
Rockin Hilfigers before they was like chill n***as
Living well me and my n***as go'n eat
Before you hate, hit the brakes with both feet
[Hook: Kid Cudi]
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's supposed to be (x4)
Hey yo, all right
[Verse 2: A$AP 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 neva change, bought a set of chains with another chain
Upgraded to a better chain, that Beretta sing, I ain't playing
Shoes on the 'rari start to look like hooves
Pigs by the crib start to look like wolves
Money neva change me only change the situation
The paper I be chasin' got them s**a n***as hatin'
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 talkin' about blacks?
Spliffing the blunt up, then they pickin' the gun up
Motherf**ers is trippin', they fixin' to run up
Then they gettin' the come up, yup b**h
And they do it 'til the sun up
And this is for my n***as and my gang
Through the fortune and the fame
Only thing that never change is my n***as
[Hook]
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's supposed to be (x4)
Hey yo, all right
[Verse 3: Kid Cudi]
I got the n***as that I need with me
Any issues my n***a you know to please hit me
No question no hesitation when it comes to holding fam down
If you creep me the f** out you probably ain't around
Now you can hate on the side lines, I'm skippin past
You got me f**ed up, keep talkin and kiss my a**
No sweatin the ho sh**, too in tune with the family
I do got the ones that do know Scott
They give me the love that a n***a need
If its a place to stay or a dime sack of weed
Word to Dennis, ridin' thick and thin until we finished
Focused to keep the pockets replenished, clothes on our kids
And keep my n***as from goin away on a bid
Only wanted all the fly sh** when we got big
Chasin these hoes up in they ribs at they momma crib
Beat n***as up so 'bout it, 'bout it they go blind about it
We all grown, families of our own
Providing for 'em real n***as, real morals that's the code
Perform so long as I am my brother's keeper
He will provide me with a nine if I need or a street sweeper
The love I have for my n***as is another type
You gotta real n***a down with you for your whole life
Love for my n***as
The brothers that I never had made my life a lot less sad my n***a
[Hook]
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's supposed to be (x4)
Hey yo, all right