Late Night
Keep it real wit me
Keep it real wit me
Keep it real wit me, keep it real wit me
Keep it real wit me, keep it real wit me
Keep it real wit me
Keep it real wit meeeeeee
Keep it real wit me, always keep it real wit you
Keep that bag on me, make sure you got the bag on you
When I'm ridin round on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
Young nigga on the block, late night
Going hard wit the pack, cuz the family gotta eat
Young nigga on top, book a flight, fuck a car
I don't lack, I ain't tryna be weak
He don't fear the yard, he don't fear the police
Said he only fear God, gave his life to the streets
So death is the cousin of sleep
Well my eyes open like the side of a jeep
Running up the bag like a staircase
Ain't never been a snitch that's their case
Gotta real homie dealing with a fed case
Told him keep his head up we gone pray quay
She fuckin off he locked away, fuck the vows throw that away
Plead my case you looked away, I can never look at you the same
They turned they back cuz of who I became
Now I'm fuckin on women and don't ask her name
Then ghostin these hoes like James, cuz I got power
Then take all this gas to the brain, OG sour
So you on drugs now
That nigga got you on drugs now
So depressed, got you on drugs now
She dont know how to love now
Keep it real wit me, always keep it real wit you
Keep that bag on me, make sure you got the bag on you
When I'm ridin round on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
When I'm ridin round on that late night
When I'm ridin round on that late night
When I'm ridin round on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
I remember them late nights, scoop after scoop of cocaine like
It would help get my brain right
(I don't even know what's wrong with me)
(Why the fuck do I like this shit man)
Living that gang life, got shot and lost everything behind that shit
You don't know what that pain like
(I lost everything I ever had fucking with you niggas)
Some shit just ain't right, gave the wrong bitches my love
The wrong niggas my trust, I jumped on that ship and I sank twice
Hope I make it to daylight, cuz I'm thinking bout hittin this block up
With this choppa til its a grave site
(I'ma show all you niggas, don't fuck with me)
Giving the clothes off my back, everything that I had
Til I was down on my last, put me down on my ass
I was out doing bad, took a while to shake back
Dumb bitch lied bout her pregnancy
The first 1st seed I ever shouldve had
Thinking it would help keep us together
If I ever see her I'ma stretch her
Hate the fact I even ever met her
No else could come close, but I let her
The fuck was I doing thinking she was special
She had another nigga soon as I left her
Them old niggas I would do whatever for, that I called bro
Did me so dirty, you noticed they ain't in my pictures no more
(Had to drop niggas like a bad habit now everybody non factors)
Keep it real wit me, always keep it real wit you
Keep that bag on me, make sure you got the bag on you
When I'm ridin round on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
When I'm ridin round on that late night
When I'm ridin round on that late night
When I'm ridin round on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
Keep it real wit me
Keep it real wit me, keep it real wit me
Keep it real wit me, keep it real wit me
Keep it real wit me
Keep it real wit meeeeeee
Keep it real wit me, always keep it real wit you
Keep that bag on me, make sure you got the bag on you
When I'm ridin round on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
Young nigga on the block, late night
Going hard wit the pack, cuz the family gotta eat
Young nigga on top, book a flight, fuck a car
I don't lack, I ain't tryna be weak
He don't fear the yard, he don't fear the police
Said he only fear God, gave his life to the streets
So death is the cousin of sleep
Well my eyes open like the side of a jeep
Running up the bag like a staircase
Ain't never been a snitch that's their case
Gotta real homie dealing with a fed case
Told him keep his head up we gone pray quay
She fuckin off he locked away, fuck the vows throw that away
Plead my case you looked away, I can never look at you the same
They turned they back cuz of who I became
Now I'm fuckin on women and don't ask her name
Then ghostin these hoes like James, cuz I got power
Then take all this gas to the brain, OG sour
So you on drugs now
That nigga got you on drugs now
So depressed, got you on drugs now
She dont know how to love now
Keep it real wit me, always keep it real wit you
Keep that bag on me, make sure you got the bag on you
When I'm ridin round on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
When I'm ridin round on that late night
When I'm ridin round on that late night
When I'm ridin round on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
I remember them late nights, scoop after scoop of cocaine like
It would help get my brain right
(I don't even know what's wrong with me)
(Why the fuck do I like this shit man)
Living that gang life, got shot and lost everything behind that shit
You don't know what that pain like
(I lost everything I ever had fucking with you niggas)
Some shit just ain't right, gave the wrong bitches my love
The wrong niggas my trust, I jumped on that ship and I sank twice
Hope I make it to daylight, cuz I'm thinking bout hittin this block up
With this choppa til its a grave site
(I'ma show all you niggas, don't fuck with me)
Giving the clothes off my back, everything that I had
Til I was down on my last, put me down on my ass
I was out doing bad, took a while to shake back
Dumb bitch lied bout her pregnancy
The first 1st seed I ever shouldve had
Thinking it would help keep us together
If I ever see her I'ma stretch her
Hate the fact I even ever met her
No else could come close, but I let her
The fuck was I doing thinking she was special
She had another nigga soon as I left her
Them old niggas I would do whatever for, that I called bro
Did me so dirty, you noticed they ain't in my pictures no more
(Had to drop niggas like a bad habit now everybody non factors)
Keep it real wit me, always keep it real wit you
Keep that bag on me, make sure you got the bag on you
When I'm ridin round on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
When I'm ridin round on that late night
When I'm ridin round on that late night
When I'm ridin round on that late night
Keep the pole on me on the late night
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Writer(s): Thaeous Coker
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