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Featuring A$AP Rocky & King Chip [Verse 1: King Chip] If my n*ggas don't f*ck wit' you, I don't f*ck 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 sh*t, make sure these haters pay you Can't nothing stop a room full of real n*ggas I got some bad rich b*tches, they my real n*ggas It's like working four jobs not to kill n*ggas My little n*ggas love to ride by and spill n*ggas If y'all fell out over some chips that ain't your real n*gga If y'all fell out over a chick that ain't your real n*gga Before I be a house n*gga be a field n*gga I gotta put off the chick, call in my trill n*gga I met Duke in '92 when we still n*ggas Rockin' Hilfiger's before they was like chill n*ggas Living well, me and my n*ggas gon' eat Before you hate, hit the brakes with both feet [Hook: Kid Cudi] Hey yo, alright This is how it's supposed to be [x4] Hey yo, alright[x4] Songtexte [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 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 chasin' got them sucka n*ggas hatin' Started from the pavement, basement 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' 'bout blacks? So for the blunted, then they pickin' the gun up Motherf*ckers is trippin' if it in in the run up Then they gettin' the come up, yup b*tch And they do with the sun up And this is for my n*ggas and my gang Through the fortune and the fame Only thing that never change is my n*ggas [Hook: Kid Cudi] Hey yo, alright This is how it's supposed to be [x4] Hey yo, alright[x4] [Verse 3: Kid Cudi] I got the n*ggas that I need with me Any issues my n*gga you know to please hit me No questions, no hesitation when it come to holding fam down, If you creep me the f*ck out, you probably ain't around Now you can hate on the side lines, I'm skippin' past You got me f*cked up, keep talkin' and kiss my ass No sweatin' the ho sh*t, too in tune with the family I do got the ones that do know Scott They give me the love that a n*gga need If it's a place to stay or a dime sack of weed Word to Dennis Brought me thick and thin until we finished Focused to keep the pockets replenished Clothes on our kids And keep my n*ggas from goin' away on a bid Only wanted all the fly sh*t when we got big Chasin' these hoes up in they ribs at they momma crib Beat n*ggas up so bad 'bout it they go blind about it We all grown, families of our own Providing for 'em real n*ggas, real morals that's the code For em' so long as I am my brotha's keeper He will provide me with a 9 if I need or a street sweeper The love I have for my n*ggas is another type You got a real n*gga down with you for your whole life Love for my n*ggas, The brothers that I never had made my life a lot less sad my n*gga [Hook: Kid Cudi] Hey yo, alright This is how it's supposed to be [x4] Aus Songtexte Mania