[Intro]
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

[Chorus: Neisha Neshae]
Real n***as never fold, yeah
You gon' keep it solid if you do this for real
My whole squad on go, yeah (Go, yeah, go, yeah)
Get it poppin', shit get real in the field
Everybody call you broke, yeah
Now say you love me, you don't love me for real
But all my day ones know, yeah
Everybody solid

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Free my n***a Deke, he could've told, but he didn't
Free my n***a Streets, we praying on them cases pending
Free my n***a Cap, they in there cuz n***a snitching (Man)
Mama told me stay up out the streets, I ain't listen (Man)
Emo went to jail with sixty bands in the jogging pants
Ain't no fun no more when the shit hit the fan
Don't run through all your money, gotta make a plan
Overcome the outcome, that's what make a man
Never had a pops around, I had big bros
All I seen growing up was big guns and thick hoes
I'm corrupted, attitude like fuck it
Everybody wanna be my friend 'cause I'm buzzin'
But a n***a don't know, why I slap him for nothing?
A n***a don't know, getting racks or nothing
Had like I never had shit, I came from nothing
Don't fall for for anything, I stand for something
[Chorus: Neisha Neshae]
Real n***as never fold, yeah
You gon' keep it solid if you do this for real
My whole squad on go, yeah (Go, yeah, go, yeah)
Get it poppin', shit get real in the field
Everybody call you broke, yeah
Now say you love me, you don't love me for real
But all my day ones know, yeah
Everybody solid (BeatGang)
Everybody one hundred, everybody with it, everybody got me
Everybody gon' move if I'm rockin'
Everybody one hundred
Everybody down to catch a body
Everybody with me down to get it poppin', everybody one hundred

[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
Everybody solid, everybody poppin'
We the topic on everybody's gossip
Everybody got it, how you getting money, worried 'bout everybody pockets?
Keep that dumb shit away from me or everybody dropping
I'll never be you new n***as' favorite
I think making internet posts is retaliation
I'll think I'll post a post on the 'Gram, how much I'm making?
Now do all that and get yourself jammed and start to singing (Rattin')
Got tired of being broke, I got to slanging (Fuck it)
First day was up, day three, I got to banging (Banging)
By the time I reed up twice, shit, I was cranking
Then I hit the club with some Rose Gold hanging (Yeah)
I wanna see my n***as get rich
Don't wanna see your n***as with shit
I'm from Detroit where n***as get plugs and flip bricks
N***as want Rolies on they wrists, so they take risks
[Chorus: Neisha Neshae]
Real n***as never fold, yeah
You gon' keep it solid if you do this for real
My whole squad on go, yeah
Get it poppin', shit get real in the field
Everybody call you broke, yeah
Now say you love me, you don't love me for real
But all my day ones know, yeah
Everybody solid (BeatGang)
Everybody one hundred, everybody with it, everybody got me
Everybody gon' move if I'm rockin'
Everybody one hundred
Everybody down to catch a body
Everybody with me down to get it poppin', everybody one hundred