Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Nipsey Hussle
Voces
Alexandria Dopson
Voces de fondo
Larrance Dopson
Programación
Marsha Ambrosius
Voces
Rebekah Muhammad
Voces de fondo
MyGuyMars
Programación
Lauren London
Voces de fondo
Uncle Chucc
Guitarra
Mike & Keys
Programación
Battlecat
Talk box
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Alexandria Dopson
Autoría
Ermias Asghedom
Autoría
John Groover
Autoría
Larrance Dopson
Autoría
Michael Cox, Jr.
Autoría
Rebekah Muhammad
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Ermias Asghedom
Producción ejecutiva
Larrance Dopson
Producción
Zachary Acosta
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Mario "Wizzo" Fernandez
Ingeniería de grabación
MyGuyMars
Producción
Adam Aderbraun
Producción ejecutiva
Samiel Asgehdom
Producción ejecutiva
Stephen Donelson
Producción ejecutiva
Steven “Steve-O” Carless
Producción ejecutiva
Dave Kutch
Masterización
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Ingeniería de mezcla
Mike & Keys
Producción
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Garnett Flynn
Ingeniería
P. Diddy
Producción ejecutiva
Tyler Page
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
[Chorus]
Real big, real big
I knew one day, I would do it real big
Real shit, real shit
I know all my real **** feel this
Night time, locs on
Can't even see the stars, but we still wish
Real shit, real shit
Who would ever thought that we would build this?
[Verse 1]
Tryna walk to school, get your jaw socked
Tryna pump your gas, get your car shot
Large profit margin on the long shots
'Cause young **** rarely make it off of our block
Night time, locs on
Fuckin' young bitches while they folks home
High school, didn't go
Couldn't understand my plan, now you **** know
Self-made, well-paid
I'm from where they tell you never touch the shell case
I'm from where they teach you never trust a pale face
Let's talk bangin', I can tell you 'bout a failed race
Real shit, real shit
I know all my real **** feel this
Night time, locs on
Fuckin' young bitches while they folks home
[Chorus]
Real big, real big
I knew one day, I would do it real big
Real shit, real shit
I know all my real **** feel this
Night time, locs on
Can't even see the stars, but we still wish
Real shit, real shit
Who would ever thought that we would build this?
[Verse 2]
Sold-out shows, that's a door split
**** ain't show up, that's a forfeit
Left my record label, just got more rich
I switched it up, that's me singin' on the chorus
But still, I spit bars so gutter
Drive cars, no stutter, top floor, no clutter
Hardwood floors, though
White wall, that's where my awards go
Runnin' from the law till they foreclose
Sit with myself when them doors close
Sometimes I got a question, only Lord knows
What I'm doing out in Copenhagen spendin' euros?
Night time, locs on
Do it big, ****, till my Locs home
Real shit, real shit
I know all my real **** feel this
[Chorus]
Real big, real big
I knew one day, I would do it real big
Real shit, real shit
I know all my real **** feel this
Night time, locs on
Can't even see the stars, but we still wish
Real shit, real shit
Who would ever thought that we would build this?
[Bridge]
If I could stay in this moment, I would
Forever
If I could live in this moment, said I would
Forever
Real shit, real shit
Yeah, yeah
If I could give you the stars, baby, I would
Wanna last to share in this moment, baby, this moment
And I would give you the stars, baby, I would
[Chorus]
Real big, real big
I knew one day, I would do it real big
Real shit, real shit
I know all my real **** feel this
Night time, locs on
Can't even see the stars, but we still wish
Real shit, real shit
Who would ever thought that we would build this?
Written by: Alexandria Dopson, Ermias Asghedom, John Groover, Kwang Sung Kim, Kwang Wook Lim, L. Daunte Edwards, Larrance Dopson, Marsha Ambrosius, Michael Cox, Jr., Michael Ray Cox, Rebekah Muhammad

