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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nipsey Hussle
Vocals
Alexandria Dopson
Background Vocals
Larrance Dopson
Programming
Marsha Ambrosius
Vocals
Rebekah Muhammad
Background Vocals
MyGuyMars
Programming
Lauren London
Background Vocals
Uncle Chucc
Guitar
Mike & Keys
Programming
DJ Battlecat
Talkbox
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexandria Dopson
Songwriter
Ermias Asghedom
Songwriter
John Groover
Songwriter
Larrance Dopson
Songwriter
Michael Cox, Jr.
Songwriter
Rebekah Muhammad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ermias Asghedom
Executive Producer
Larrance Dopson
Producer
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mario "Wizzo" Fernandez
Recording Engineer
MyGuyMars
Producer
Adam Aderbraun
Executive Producer
Samiel Asgehdom
Executive Producer
Stephen Donelson
Executive Producer
Steven “Steve-O” Carless
Executive Producer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Mike & Keys
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Garnett Flynn
Engineer
P. Diddy
Executive Producer
Tyler Page
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Real big, real big, I knew one day I would do it real big
Real shit, real shit, I know all my real niggas 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?
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 niggas 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 niggas 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 field race
Real shit, real shit, I know all my real niggas feel this
Night time, locs on
Fuckin' young bitches while they folks home
Real big, real big, I knew one day I would do it real big
Real shit, real shit, I know all my real niggas 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?
Sold-out shows that's a door split
Niggas 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 'til 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, nigga, 'til my Locs home
Real shit, real shit, I know all my real niggas feel this
Real big, real big, I knew one day I would do it real big
Real shit, real shit, I know all my real niggas 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?
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
Real big, real big, I knew one day I would do it real big
Real shit, real shit, I know all my real niggas 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?
Writer(s): Sung Kwang, Lamar Edwards, Michael Cox, R Dopson, Larrance Dopson, Marsha Ambrosius, Ermias Asghedom, John Groover, Wook Kwang
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