[Verse 1: King Chip]
If my ^!$$%s don't $#&@ wit' you, I don't $#&@ 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 %#@!, make sure these haters pay you
Can't nothing stop a room full of real ^!$$%s

I got some bad rich (*##$es, they my real ^!$$%s
It's like working four jobs not to kill ^!$$%s
My little ^!$$%s love to ride by and spill ^!$$%s

If Yall fell out over some chips that ain't your real ^!$$%
If yall fell out over a chick that ain't your real ^!$$%
Before I be a house ^!$$% be a field ^!$$%

I gotta Port Arthur chick call in my trill ^!$$%
I met Duke in 92 and we still ^!$$%s
Rockin Hilfigers before they was like chill ^!$$%s

Living well me and my ^!$$%s 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: 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 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 sucka ^!$$%s hatin
Started from the pavement, ba!@&(t Satan,

Couldn't match my claims so they compare me to a mason
Free like slaves but they based and crazy
We talkin' bout crack or we talkin about blacks?

So for the blunted, then they pickin the gun up
Mother$#&@ers is trippin if it in in the run up
Then they gettin the come up, yup (*##$

And they do with the sun up
And this is for my ^!$$%s and my gang
Through the fortune and the fame

Only never didn't change was my ^!$$%s

[Hook]


[Verse 3: Kid Cudi]
I got the ^!$$%s that I need with me

Any issues my ^!$$% you know to please hit me
No question no hesitation when it comes to holding fam down,
If you creep me the $#&@ out you probably ain't around

Now you can hate on the side lines, I'm skippin past
You got me $#&@ed up, keep talkin and kiss my $$#
No sweatin the ho %#@!, too in tune with the family

I do got the ones that do know Scott
They give me the love that a ^!$$% need
If its a place to stay or a dime sack of weed

Word to dennis, ridin' thick and thin 'til we finished
Focused to keep the pockets replenished, clothes on our kids
And keep my ^!$$%s from goin away on a bid

Only wanted all the fly %#@! when we got big
Chasin these hoes up in they ribs at they momma crib
Beat ^!$$%s up so bad, 'bout it, 'bout it they go blind about it

We all grown, families of our own
Providing for 'em real ^!$$%s, real morals that's the code
Perform so long as I am my brother's keeper

He will provide me with a nine or if I need, a street sweeper
The love I have for my ^!$$%s is another type
You gotta real ^!$$% down with you for your whole life

Love for my ^!$$%s
The brothers that I never had made my life a lot less sad my ^!$$%


[Hook]