Keep It Real
I just gotta keep it real
I'm just trynna get my fill
We just gotta keep it trill
Yea yea
Fuck
Ill vibe
Im the new guy
With the new shit
The cool kid from the sixth grade got a new house
And a new chick
But that's moot shit
We need real shit
No full clips
Where I stay
Just cool shit
Where I lay
She move quick
That's andele
And I delay
What she gon say
Like everyday
Im on my wave
I don't sound the same I don't do the same
I'ont play no games on everything
I dont waste my time on petty things
Cant loose my mind to many dreams
You a mover man ain't a boss to be
Hol up (Boss shit)
Been that nigga they testin B
Write this shit it my recipe
All that flex lead to jealousy
And that shit lead to rest in peace
So I'm deaden that
Nigga moving back to the home land
Our own land
No trump fans
All the seasoning
Its the color man
God damn
Im off the xans
Not again
But I feel good and I sound great
And I operate on any day
Off anything its to hide the pain
But I feel no shame when I'm balling out
I feel no pain when im talking now
I grabbed my reigns
Fuck you talking bout
I just gotta keep it real
I'm just trynna get my fill
We just gotta keep it trill
Yea yea
Fuck
Fuck no wait
Tell Drizzy to open the gate
I gotta see what it's like to live like a king cause that's where I'm finna stay
Two bitches with cakes
Comin through everyday
Throwing tiger in my face
I can't say pussy or kitty or nothing like that cause that thing be bitin' me
Okay
Loving the bass
It's my kryptonite to see a Dominican mami, small waist, and ass for days, hips bangin
Come give me a taste
Wait wait
Lemme breathe
Maybe an Oromo goddess for the king
Curls poppin, body traffic stopping, girl you need to stop it, oh Man
GotDAYUM
Here we go again
Just another nigga talking out his neck I'll handle it
Actually
I'll just see
If my nigga want a piece
Cause I'm sure there's enough beef to tear up with the team
"Luke please, I ain't mean, all those things, spare me!"
Nah b, I can't do all that, now you acting scary
Now you a fan, asking when we dropping hot shit again
When's the movement moving up to mainstream
When you're gonna see us come to your state
Take a break
I just gotta keep it real
I'm just trynna get my fill
We just gotta keep it trill
Yea yea
Fuck
I'm just trynna get my fill
We just gotta keep it trill
Yea yea
Fuck
Ill vibe
Im the new guy
With the new shit
The cool kid from the sixth grade got a new house
And a new chick
But that's moot shit
We need real shit
No full clips
Where I stay
Just cool shit
Where I lay
She move quick
That's andele
And I delay
What she gon say
Like everyday
Im on my wave
I don't sound the same I don't do the same
I'ont play no games on everything
I dont waste my time on petty things
Cant loose my mind to many dreams
You a mover man ain't a boss to be
Hol up (Boss shit)
Been that nigga they testin B
Write this shit it my recipe
All that flex lead to jealousy
And that shit lead to rest in peace
So I'm deaden that
Nigga moving back to the home land
Our own land
No trump fans
All the seasoning
Its the color man
God damn
Im off the xans
Not again
But I feel good and I sound great
And I operate on any day
Off anything its to hide the pain
But I feel no shame when I'm balling out
I feel no pain when im talking now
I grabbed my reigns
Fuck you talking bout
I just gotta keep it real
I'm just trynna get my fill
We just gotta keep it trill
Yea yea
Fuck
Fuck no wait
Tell Drizzy to open the gate
I gotta see what it's like to live like a king cause that's where I'm finna stay
Two bitches with cakes
Comin through everyday
Throwing tiger in my face
I can't say pussy or kitty or nothing like that cause that thing be bitin' me
Okay
Loving the bass
It's my kryptonite to see a Dominican mami, small waist, and ass for days, hips bangin
Come give me a taste
Wait wait
Lemme breathe
Maybe an Oromo goddess for the king
Curls poppin, body traffic stopping, girl you need to stop it, oh Man
GotDAYUM
Here we go again
Just another nigga talking out his neck I'll handle it
Actually
I'll just see
If my nigga want a piece
Cause I'm sure there's enough beef to tear up with the team
"Luke please, I ain't mean, all those things, spare me!"
Nah b, I can't do all that, now you acting scary
Now you a fan, asking when we dropping hot shit again
When's the movement moving up to mainstream
When you're gonna see us come to your state
Take a break
I just gotta keep it real
I'm just trynna get my fill
We just gotta keep it trill
Yea yea
Fuck
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Writer(s): Micheal Graham
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