[Verse 1]
When you pull out cars it's outrageous
Gotta pull-out K's on these haters
Time flies and love changes
The best friends become strangers
Gang banger that got famous
Real n***a that won't trade it
N***as hate but don't say shit
Frank Ocean, that gay shit
I don't fuck with no favors
I just fuck with my paper
I just fuck her don't save her
Bitch, Westside Neighbors
When you ball a n***a like you a Laker
But you started off on probation
Gotta stall you n***as say you changing
You don't fall, they call you a Freemason
But through it all you following your faith then
And your broad is everything but basic
N***as pull out cars and miss payments
And when you pull out cards they make faces
Bitch ass n***as be hating
Bitch ass n***as ain't grateful
Bitch ass n***as ain't straight, huh?
You ol' bitch ass n***a you Satan
[Chorus]
Real n***as that get rich
Gotta deal with shit like this
Real n***as that got paid
Gotta be a real n***a to your grave
So real n***as that get rich
Gon' feel shit like this
So real n***as that don't quit
Gotta deal with shit like this
Hold-up
Hold-up

[Outro]
Uh, real n***as that get rich
Gotta deal with shit like this
Real n***as that got paid
Gotta be a real n***a to your grave
So real n***as that get rich
Gon' feel shit like this
So real n***as that don't quit
Gotta deal with shit like this, hold-up