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've ever thought we'd 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
This top 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've ever thought we'd 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, till they foreclose
Sit wit myself when them doors close
Sometimes I got a question, only lord knows
When I be going out in Copenhagen, spendin' euros
Night time, locs on
Do it big nigga till 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've 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 and share in this moment baby
And now I'd 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've ever thought that we would build this

Copyright: CTM Outlander Music LC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Alexandria Dopson, Ermias Asghedom, John Groover, Larrance Dopson, Marsha Ambrosius, Michael Cox Jr., Rebekah Muhammad