NDK - Ty Dolla $ign

Yeah!

What’s happening?

First of all, I’m Westside Jay 305 right here with my nigga, Ty

Going down this road we come from, South Central and all

Seen a lot of bullshit

Through the bullshit, we fell into politics

From politics, we trying to get rich

Being a real one, you gotta stay on your grind

You gotta stay being a man, you gotta stay having a plan

But back to the bullshit, fuck the bullshit

These niggas don’t know — fuck you hoes

Bitch!

These niggas don’t know, these niggas really don’t know

What it takes to be a real one

Cause I ain’t never snitched on a nigga

Never put a bitch over my niggas

These niggas don’t know, these niggas really don’t know

What it takes to really be the man

I put on for my city

Look how many niggas got on with me

These niggas ain’t nothing

These niggas just bluffing

These niggas just started getting hoes

And still ain’t got no money, tho

These niggas still renting cars

That Lamborghini ain’t yours

Tell me why niggas front

Homie, let me teach you how to stunt

It’s realness over millions

You niggas fake it 'til you make it, tho

It’s love over money

Won’t put a bitch over my niggas, tho

Yeah I done seen a lot of fake shit

This bitch ain’t bad, she basic

These niggas ain’t saying shit

These niggas don’t know, these niggas really don’t know

What it takes to be a real one

Cause I ain’t never snitched on a nigga

Never put a bitch over my niggas

These niggas don’t know, these niggas really don’t know

What it takes to really be the man

I put on for my city

Look how many niggas got on with me

It’s the young and acquiring, got 'em all inquiring

Working extra late to get that early retirement

Taking vacays when my mind needs a rewiring

Everything I want is not a want, it’s a requirement

She asked how much publishing I made off of my BMI

And even though she gave me TNA, I told her TMI

I’m living the life you read about

Lately, I’ve been drinking and taking vitamins, hoping it evens out

Nigga, what you know about grinding straight for a thousand nights

Before I hit a home run, swear I had a thousand strikes

Chilling with bad bitches, taking naked pictures

Fuck a thousand dollars, she gonna do it for a thousand likes

Goddamn, it’s crazy what a cold bitch could do for hot sand

It’s crazy what a young bitch will do to old men

For her own car, own Benz

Then lie like, «Y'all fuck?»

«Naw, we just hold hands»

These niggas don’t know

These niggas don’t know, these niggas really don’t know

What it takes to be a real one

Cause I ain’t never snitched on a nigga

Never put a bitch over my niggas

These niggas don’t know, these niggas really don’t know

What it takes to really be the man

I put on for my city

Look how many niggas got on with me