Intro (Explicit) - Ty Dolla $ign/Big Sean/Jay 305/NDK

Yeah

What's happening

First of all

I'm westside jay 305 right

Here with my ni**a Ty

Going down this road we come from

South central and all

Seen a lot of bullshit

Through the bullshit

We fell into politics

From politics

We trying to get rich

Being a real one

You gotta stay on your grind

You gotta stay being a man

You gotta stay having a plan

But back to the bullshit

F**k the bullshit

These niggas don't know

F**k you hoes

B**ch

These niggas don't know

These niggas really don't know

What it takes to be a real one

'Cause I ain't never snitched on a ni**a

Never put a b**ch over my niggas

These niggas don't know

These niggas really don't know

What it takes to really be the man

I put on for my city

Look how many niggas got on with me

These niggas ain't nothing

These niggas just bluffing

These niggas just started getting off

And still ain't got no money though

These niggas still renting cars

That lamborghini ain't yours

Tell me why niggas front

Homie let me teach you how to stunt

It's realness over millions

You niggas fake it till you make it though

It's love over money

Don't put a b**ch over my niggas though

Yeah I done seen a lot of fake sh*t

This b**ch ain't bad she basic

These niggas ain't saying sh*t

These niggas don't know

These niggas really don't know

What it takes to be a real one

'Cause I ain't never snitched on a ni**a

Never put a b**ch over my niggas

These niggas don't know

These niggas really don't know

What it takes to really be the man

I put on for my city

Look how many niggas got on with me

It's the young and acquiring

Got them all inquiring

Working extra late to get

That early retirement

Taking vacays

When my mind needs a rewiring

Everything I want is not a want

It's a requirement

She asked how much publishing

I made off of my BMI

And even though she gave me TNA

I told her TMI

I'm living the life you read about

Lately I've been drinking

And taking vitamins hoping it evens out

Ni**a what you know

About grinding straight

For a thousand nights

Before I hit a home run

Swear I had a thousand strikes

Chilling with bad b**ches

Taking naked pictures

F**k a thousand dollars

She gonna do it for a thousand likes

Goddamn it's crazy

What a cold b**ch could do for hot sand

It's crazy what a young b**ch

Will do to old men

For her own car own benz

Then lie like you all f**k

Naw we just hold hands

These niggas don't know

These niggas really don't know

What it takes to be a real one

'Cause I ain't never snitched on a ni**a

Never put a b**ch over my niggas

These niggas don't know

These niggas really don't know

What it takes to really be the man

I put on for my city

Look how many niggas got on with me