Intro [Prod by DMile] lyrics

[Intro: Jay 305]
Yeah, whats happening
First of all, I'm westside Jay 305 right here with my n*gga Ty
Going on this rode we come from South Central and all
Seen a lot of bullsh*t
Through the bullsh*t we fell into politics
From politics we tryin to get rich
Being a real one, you gotta stay on your grind
Gotta stay bein' a man, gotta stay havin' a plan
But back to the bullsh*t, f*ck the bullsh*t
These n*ggas don't know
Haha f*ck you hoes, biitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
These n*ggas dont know
These n*ggas really don't know
What it takes to be a real one
Cause i ain't never snitched on a n*gga
Never put a b*tch over my n*ggas
These n*ggas dont know
These n*ggas really don't know
What it takes to really be the man
I put on for my city look how many n*ggas got on with me

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
These n*ggas ain't nothing
These n*ggas just bluffin
These n*ggas just started getting hoes
Still ain't got no money though
These n*ggas still renting cars
That Lamborghini ain't yours
Tell me why n*ggas front
Homie let me teach you how to stunt
Its realness over millions
You n*ggas fake it till' you make it though
It's love over money
Won't put a b*tch over my n*ggas though
Yeah I done seen a lot of fake sh*t
This b*tch ain't bad she basic
These n*ggas ain't sayin sh*t
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
These n*ggas don't know
These n*ggas really don't know
What it takes to be a real one
Cause I ain't never snitched on a n*gga
Never put a b*tch over my n*ggas
These n*ggas dont know
These n*ggas really don't know
What it takes to really be the man
I put on for my city look how many n*ggas got on with me

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
It's the young and acquiring
Got em' all incquiring
Working extra late to get that early retirement
Takin vacays when my mind needs a rewiring
Everything I want is not a want it's a requirement
She asked me how much publishin' I made off of my BMI
And even though she gave me TNA I told her TMI
I'm livin the life you read about
Lately I've been drinking and taking vitamins hoping it evens out
Like what you know bout' grinding straight for a thousand nights
Before I hit a home-run swear I had a thousand strikes
Chillin with bad b*tches taking naked pictures
f*ck a thousand dollars she gon' do it for a thousand likes
God damn, it's crazy what a cold b*tch will do for hot sand
It's crazy what a young b*tch will do to old men
For her own car, own Benz then lie
Like y'all f*ck? Na we just hold hands hands
Like these n*ggas don't know
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
These n*ggas don't know
These n*ggas really don't know
What it takes to be a real one
Cause I ain't never snitched on a n*gga
Never put a b*tch over my n*ggas
These n*ggas dont know
These n*ggas really don't know
What it takes to really be the man
I put on for my city look how many n*ggas got on with me