feat. King Chip & Asap Rocky 

If my niggas don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you
That’s just the code in my hood, don’t let these guns hit you
Be a man of your word, don’t never let em play you
Stand up for your shit, make sure these haters pay you
Can nothing stop a room full of real niggas
I got some bad rich bitches, they my real niggas
It’s like working 4 jobs, not to kill niggas
My little niggas learn to ride by and spill niggas
If y’all fell out over some real chips, that ain’t your real nigga
If y’all fell out over a chick, that ain’t your real nigga
Before I be a house nigga, be a field nigga
I got a port arhtur chick call in my trill nigga
I met duke in 92, and we still niggas
Rockin hillfigers before they was like chill niggas
Before you hate, hit the brakes with both feet

Hey yo, alright
This is how it’s supposed to be

Max with the homies try to teach them things
Teach them how to make a pice 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 never change me only change the situation
The paper I be chasing got them sucker niggas hating
Started from the pavement, basement satan
Couldn’t match my claims so they compare me to a mason
Free like slaves but they based and crazy
We talking bout crack or we talkin bout blacks?
So for the blunted, then they pickin the gun up
Motherfuckers is trippin if it in in the run up
Then they getting the come up, yup, bitch
And they do with the sun up
And this is for my niggas and my gang
Through the fortune and the fame
Only thing didn’t change was my niggas

Hey yo, alright
This is how it’s supposed to be

I got the niggas that I need with me
Any issues my nigga 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 talking and kiss my ass
No sweating the hoe shit, too in tune with the family
I do got the ones that do know scot
They give me the love that a nigga need
If it’s a place to stay or a dime sack of weed
Word to dennis, brought me thick and thin til we finished
Focused to keep the pockets replenished, clothes on our kids
And keep my nigga from goin away on a bid
On;y wanted all the fly shit when we got big
Chasin these hoes up in they ribs at they momma crib
Beat niggas up so bad, bout it, bout it they go blind about it
We all grown, families up on our own
Providin for em real niggas, real morals that’s the code
Perform so long as I am my brother’s keeper
He will provide me with a nine or a street sweeper
The love I have for my niggas is another type
You got a real nigga down with you for your whole life
Love for my niggas 
The brothers that I never had made my life a lot less sad my nigga

Hey yo, alright
This is how it’s supposed to be.