[Chorus: Z-Ro]
If you ain't a real n***a get the fuck away from me
In other words go long (bitch n***a go long) [x3]
Cause you don't want me to put my
I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on your throne
Bitch n***a go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n***a go long

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look I'm forever the flyest, my revenue rise
My hustle prescribed, don't take no consignment
My rival is sex, got a selection of kicks
And it's not your day if I'm selecting your bitch
I got a watch on my wrist, it's made by the Swiss, worn by the rich
Got that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play grounds, way too much of a mess
I'm talking dollars and cents, making dollars and cents
I made an honest attempt, take my dollars and split
Amongst a politic crips, I'm talking violence and shit
Without no sign it exists
I made my mind, this is it
I weighed the risk and the reward and put the grind to this shit
And now the money, the power, I'm entitled to this
And all the hating and debating, that's the cowardice shit
Claiming frog, you ain't believe til I rock this shit
So hate n***as go long, you can die where you sit, uh
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
If you ain't a real n***a get the fuck away from me
In other words go long (bitch n***a go long) [x3]
Cause you don't want me to put my
I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on your throne
Bitch n***a go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n***a go long

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Who your OG is cause? His name DJ Screw
Nowadays that's my n***a DJ Errick, if it ain't him I see like, "DJ who?" And I got a bitch looking so fast, every time I do it people be mad, they want a replay fool
I ain't even in the bill, still raise your hand
Cannon I still free up the freeway who
Yeah I'm fuckin with my n***a Nipsey, we fucked up way past a little tipsy
God damnit that's the second goddamn pen to this week I'm waiting on triple a to come and get me
Get bent on a daily basis
So let's time it woop
And if am I'm rolling with the fifty
Ain't talking bout a pistol either bitch, millimeters bitch
And if you ain't behind it then you don't wanna see this shit
Put your glasses on
Yeah, officer I had it but I passed it on
I'm in and out the airport, no cashing for
White bitch, big tits, no ass at all, just a bag to roll
I gotta keep it on the low
If a bitch n***a see it he gon raise up his hands and tell it
But all the real n***as see it, then they ain't seen shit
Bet I can check a hundred thousand by breakfast
[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
It's the same old Thugga, still the same hustler
Still going up, I ain't never going down
I do this rap shit just to rep for my town
Got a crib out in Cali, in the hill, blowing pound
Minding my business, me and my bitches, roll so low whenever I go get it
It be your best friend have you in the pen, snitchin'
Put money in his pocket and they can still turn witness (it's fucked up mayne)
My circles small, I don't fuck with y'all
You say you won your trial, I heard you told it all
Asking me for work, bitch n***a hell no
You 5K1, I done seen your file
You n***as fake, you n***as snakes
When you see my face, don't touch your brakes
I ain't tryin to end up in that place
Get the fuck on, go long, that'a way

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
If you ain't a real n***a get the fuck away from me
In other words go long (bitch n***a go long) [x3]
Cause you don't want me to put my
I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on your throne
Bitch n***a go long, get gone
If you ain't a real n***a go long