[Verse 1: King Chip]
If my n***as don't fuck wit' you, I don't fuck 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 shit, make sure these haters pay you
Can't nothing stop a room full of real n***as
I got some bad rich bitches, they my real n***as
It's like working four jobs not to kill n***as
My little n***as love to ride by and spill n***as
If y'all fell out over some chips that ain't your real n***a
If y'all fell out over a chick that ain't your real n***a
Before I be a house n***a be a field n***a
I gotta Port Arthur chick, call it my trill n***a
I met Duke in '92 and we still n***as
Rockin Hilfigers before they was like chill n***as
Living well me and my n***as gon' eat
Before you hate, hit the brakes with both feet

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
[Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Hey yo, all right, ohh
Hey yo, all right, ohh
Hey yo, all right, ohh
Hey yo, all right

[Verse 2: A$AP 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, 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 n***as hatin'
Started from the pavement, basement Satan
Couldn't match my flames so they compare me to a mason
Free like slaves but they based and crazy
We talkin' 'bout crack or we talkin' about blacks?
Spliffing the blunt up, then they pickin' the gun up
Motherfuckers is trippin', they fittin' to run up
Then they gettin' the come up, yup, bitch
And they do it 'til the sun up
And this is for my n***as and my gang
Through the fortune and the fame
Only thing that never change is my n***as
[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be

[Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Hey yo, all right, ohh
Hey yo, all right, ohh
Hey yo, all right, ohh
Hey yo, all right

[Verse 3: Kid Cudi]
I got the n***as that I need with me
Any issues my n***a you know to please hit me
No question no hesitation when it comes to holding fam down
If you creep me the fuck out you probably ain't around
Now you can hate on the side lines, I'm skippin past
You got me fucked up, keep talkin and kiss my ass
No sweatin the ho shit, too in tune with the family
I do got the ones that do know Scott
They give me the love that a n***a need
If it's a place to stay or a dime sack of weed
Word to Dennis, ridin' thick and thin until we finished
Focused to keep the pockets replenished, clothes on our kids
And keep my n***as from goin away on a bid
Only wanted all the fly shit when we got big
Chasin these hoes up in they ribs at they momma crib
Beat n***as up so 'bout it, 'bout it they go blind about it
We all grown, families of our own
Providing for 'em real n***as, real morals that's the code
Perform so long as I am my brother's keeper
He will provide me with a nine if I need or a street sweeper
The love I have for my n***as is another type
You gotta real n***a down with you for your whole life
Love for my n***as
The brothers that I never had made my life a lot less sad, my n***a
[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be