[Intro: Freeway Rick Ross]
Damn, when I leave all the real motherfuckers in the pens
Man tell me somebody out here gonna stand up
Set all these motherfuckers straight
Ye this Rick Ross, the real Rick Ross
Not the floss
Yeah them suckers got the game right now
They don't make 'em like they used too

[Hook]
Real n***as, real n***as, real n***as
They don't make 'em like they used too
No more, no more, no more
Real n***as
Real n***as, real n***as, real n***as
They don't make 'em like they used too
No more, no more, no more
Real n***as

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
I vow to keep it real, never break the promise
I vow to keep it real, never break the promise
I vow to keep it real, never break the promise
N***as yell and deaf for focus honour, they dishonest
They some scrape piranhas, and the condo stakes up on us
Blame and framed up hatred, that's deeper than hatin' on us
How could you cut your brothers throat for the love of money
Snitching, cops don't even tell on each other dumbie
Can't even holla at them, they want me to pay for they attention
Like some strippers, but I throw slugs instead of dollars at 'em
Affidavit papers, them n***as autograph them
They got them feminine ways
Taught only my daughters had 'em
My circle's founded by, family who down to ride
We're moving mountain side, I'm surrounded by
Real n***as
[Interlude: Freeway Rick Ross]
Yeah we still got some real ones out here
Ain't too many, but you know that's the ones we'll be fucking with
Yeah, I'm in the studio tonight, Crooked I
Thanks baby, it's about time
That a real motherfucker reached out for OG
You know what I'm sayin'
He was tryin' to get himself back on his feet
And gave him a shot

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Take a look around at the n***as I came in the game with
I'm in the same clique, I'm on the same ship
Clifford Harris shit , I'm on that same tip
I never change over chains I never shape shift
I never transform, I eat Decepticons
And Megatron's ain't nothing but Szechuan
Chicken up in my restaurant
You with them detectives huh
Tryin' to help them arrest the don
I have my n***as knife in chest
And carve a hexagon
They heard what I said, yes
Record for the feds, yes
We got the word, them cameras behind
Them TV's in your headrest
And I ain't new to this game
We'll either live together as brothers
Or perish as fools, said Martin Luther the King
[Hook]
Real n***as, real n***as, real n***as
They don't make 'em like they used too
No more, no more, no more
Real n***as
Real n***as, real n***as, real n***as
They don't make 'em like they used too
No more, no more, no more
Real n***as