(Intro)
Yeah, we got some fake n***as we hang around and some real ones too. You just got to find the haters in the bunch and eliminate em because they tryna bring you away from somewhere you need to be. But your real friends will stick with you till the end

(Hook)
(Yeah) All these real n***as on my side you know we grindin
But to all yall fake ass n***as stay away from around me
I've been out here chasin paper, but you n***as gon keep doubting
Doubting, doubting, doubting, doubtin, doubtin
I’m a real n***a, with some real friends
I hate fake n***as, ya'll some loose ends
I'm a real n***a, with some real friends
I hate fake n***as, ya’ll some loose ends

(Verse 1)
Real n***as don't hate, we just don't relate
My pockets out of shape, man I got the change
Big bank take lil bank, if you need the cake
I don't ask for returns cause that's what a friend ain't
I got one that likes to hate he gon end up getting hurt
Have that n***a murked, he gon ride up in a herse
His recognition at a church, with his face all on them shirts
I like to grind and go eat
Making money straight from them trees
Have me and all my homies
Head to strip and make it rain on them cheeks
I make sure all my n***as get bitches
When we walk out, we all get trippy
Rollin up dro, all of us drippin
Chains real all gold, diamond check K 150