[Intro: Ab-Soul & Magazeen]
Yo, uhh
Yeah, real n***as, real n***a yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Ab-Soul & Wale]
One time for my real n***as, yeah they fuckin’ with me
Yeah, they fuckin' with me
Two times for the fake n***as, y’all ain’t fuckin’ with me
That's the reason they ain’t fuckin’ with me, keep it movin', uh
One time for the real n***as, who fuckin' with me
Yeah, they fuckin' with me
Two times for the fake n***as, they ain’t fuckin’ with me
That's the reason they ain’t fuckin’ with me, keep it movin', huh

[Verse: Ab-Soul & Wale]
Now what's my name, ho? (Soulo) Pretty please, no photos
P.Y.T. my lady, Michael Jackson in the 80s
Moonwalkin' music legend, curly-headed Jay-Z
Wale, tell these n***as keep it moving
And I do so, no complainin', uh
Perusin' in my zoomin'
Souped out coupe like I'm Bruce Wayne-in' it
No stains in this, uh
No matter what handkerchief, they bang with us, uh
Pirus and Locs confusin’ folks, they ain’t got the brain for us
Be safe, my n***a, we all came from the same militia
Okay, now things have picked up
Shit tough but I ain't gon' switch up
Trick nah, n***as keep females, givin’ free channel like cable lifter
Fuck all that label shit dawg, Wale in a great position
Soulo, Soulo in the cut and I don’t give a fuck like castration, uh
Look deep inside yourself, I’m sure you’ll feel my presence
I’m more spiritual than lyrical; that’s my confession
Yeah, one time for my real n***as
New colorful ass, hunnid dollar bill n***as
Hugh Hef doesn't have this plethora of women to stab
And it’s not a thing, I got more game than Mattel, n***a
Let me tell you n***as decent advice:
If you can book her, then I ain’t read her right, go see her tonight
Shit, I’ll pay for your telly and get you a flight
But I'll be damned if bitches drain me and I ain’t give ‘em no pipe
(That's right) Pipe dreams turn to overnight celebrities
I could walk on water, fuck your phony seven seas
(Pussy n***a sellin’ dreams) When I'm out here sellin' syllables
To silly seventeen year-olds, the greatest story never told
Told, the flow, patent like my black 11’s though
My fantasy is Angelina mixed with Mrs. Angelou
N***as trap all week to try and meet the status quo
It’s like Home Depot clearance
Man it’s cheap to let them hammers go
(Bang, bang) Bang, bang, Chief Keef
Three hundred ways you can lay underneath ye'
Six feet, what's that? Three people? (Yeah n***a, shit’s deep)
Squeeze, squeeze, all my young G’s bumpin' Lil Reese
See, on the top, it’s just us, n***a
You got Cîroc, it's aight, I know Puff, n***a
Bad boy, good luck, n***a
A couple women in here with no inhibitions would be clutch n***a
If you real then you fuckin' with that
I'm real hip-hop, still runnin' the map, keep it movin', huh
[Hook: Ab-Soul & Wale]
One time for my real n***as, yeah they fuckin’ with me
Yeah, they fuckin’ with me
Two times for the fake n***as, y’all ain’t fuckin’ with me
That's the reason they ain’t fuckin’ with me, keep it movin', uh
One time for the real n***as, who fuckin' with me
Yeah, they fuckin’ with me
Two times for the fake n***as, they ain’t fuckin’ with me
That's the reason they ain’t fuckin’ with me, keep it movin', huh

[Outro: Wale & Magazeen]
Pour my liquor up, roll me a J
I'm in my zone, fuck with me, real n***a
What? Aye, Magazeen (Real n***a say, yeah, yeah)
Hold that, haha, it's that motherfuckin', heheh
Groovy Every Blue Moon tune-age, heh
I want it to feel like some 90s shit now
Mag, aye Mag, get me with that 90s flow
Ragamuffin in the street when we steppin', ya know (Fiyah!)
Makin' money, spot the papa but it never enough (Fiyah!)
Fuck around and pass ti place while ya just bite the dust (Fiyah!)
Real n***as, prekki, Every Blue Moon (Ay, Blue Moon)
MMG, Wallaby, TDE (Let's get it, Soulo!)
We keep it tweakin', life pon the dashiki (Woo!)
Every Versace, take off the girls dem panties (Real n***a)
Liquor up, roll that J (roll that J)
I'm in my zone, fuck with me, real n***as!