[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Shout out to Big U
Real
Real n***a
Yal better chill
Two-9 wassup
8-0-8 Mafia
How to be real [x12]

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
How to be real
Some n***as don't but some n***as will
I'm shooting to kill
Jumpin to ride or shooting to kill
I'm taking the shot
I'm drinking that gin or shooting to kill
My bitches so real
My bitches so real
My bitches so real
You killin' my vibe
I'm up in that bitch
I'm getting a thrill
I'm popping that thing
She poppin' that pussy like it is a pill
I come from the burg
Some n***as are fake most n***as are real
Some n***as get killed
I don't drink n' drive she takin' the wheel
Hundred thousand dollars round my neck, yes
N***a I'm down to ride for my respect, yes
Man, yal just don't understand
Since I was a lil' n***a yea I've been poppin' them rubber bands
God damn
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
If I didn't have a deal
I'd still have a mil
My n***as thuggin' out in public
Fuck it
I guess nobody told you
How to be real [x12]

[Verse 2: Curtis Williams]
Yeah uhh, how to be real
Im repping Two-9 I fuck with the game (Two-9)
How to be real
I'm fucking her once I don't know her name
Smoking that loud
I'm breaking it down and rolling it up (cash)
That money gon' come
I'm stacking it up
Can't fuck this shit up (cash)
These n***as is lame
These n***as just talk
These n***as ain't real (fake)
My young n***a with it
And I ain't gonna touch it he gripping that steel
She come to the crib
She have a good time but don't get to stay
That pack on the way
Man that pack on the way, that pack on the way
Young rich n***as we don't fuck with you n***a
I be flexing out in public who the fuck is you n***a
Get a mil my n***a split it with the crew n***a
Take his main bitch from him show him what to do with it, huh
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
If I didn't have a deal
I'd still have a mil
My n***as thuggin' out in public
Fuck it
I guess nobody told you
How to be real [x12]