The Message
It's Keep It Solid
And kill in silence
Street connected everywhere
Strictly killing everything
Fell in love with the studio
I'll buy this bitch a baguette ring
Take it to Ruth's Chris and tell it you can order anything
Lately I been feeling like the star player
Straight up off the bench
4th quarter, pressure ballin' 'till I pull a muscle
Still gettin' out the mud, I still got family who struggle
So you wouldn't understand the hustle
I watched my uncle pushed the fork
Whip the Pyrex, hit the block and call it work
Straight out the projects
But when the south going berserk
Shootin' in the projects left my cousin on a shirt
Same night I got shot, I had my cousin on my shirt
I took a bullet
But dodged the coffin and a hearse
Still breathing, to rap my courses and my verse
Here for a reason, that's why I put in extra work
Heard some niggas play around
Okay let's play then
Keep It Solid heavyweight
You steady tryna weigh in
Respected in the streets forreal
You tryna buy your way in
Payin' for your respect, I hope you asked for your receipt
Ain't no sucka shit round here
You gotta take that up the street
And this a message to my young niggas who still in the streets
Be cautious how you move cause a lot of shit be police
These niggas police, and these bitches police
I know it's crazy but it's true I seen that shit with my eyes
The streetest niggas in my city, they be rats in disguise
Last bitch I put my faith in she was going for the guys
Ate on that pussy on like a demon just for her to feed me with lies
Keep it real, keep it raw, keep it untelevised
Drops my nuts and let em hang
I put all pride to the side
When it come to living lavish
Be ready to be ride
But be ready to hide
When it come back to reality
How you go from dick riding, to envy and wanna battle me
When it come down to it I get down and dirty like a cavity
You piss me off one time, I turn this shit into a tragedy
I'm the turtle in the race, I can't let no nigga rabbit me
Put my feelings and my pride all to the side
Put that raw shit in ya ear
Nod ya head when you drive
Nod ya head when you slide
Pain and aggression
Broken heart, torn apart, can't even connect it
This shit right here the message
A message, yea the message yea
For real, for real, for real, for real
A message, yea the message yea
For real for real for real for real
And kill in silence
Street connected everywhere
Strictly killing everything
Fell in love with the studio
I'll buy this bitch a baguette ring
Take it to Ruth's Chris and tell it you can order anything
Lately I been feeling like the star player
Straight up off the bench
4th quarter, pressure ballin' 'till I pull a muscle
Still gettin' out the mud, I still got family who struggle
So you wouldn't understand the hustle
I watched my uncle pushed the fork
Whip the Pyrex, hit the block and call it work
Straight out the projects
But when the south going berserk
Shootin' in the projects left my cousin on a shirt
Same night I got shot, I had my cousin on my shirt
I took a bullet
But dodged the coffin and a hearse
Still breathing, to rap my courses and my verse
Here for a reason, that's why I put in extra work
Heard some niggas play around
Okay let's play then
Keep It Solid heavyweight
You steady tryna weigh in
Respected in the streets forreal
You tryna buy your way in
Payin' for your respect, I hope you asked for your receipt
Ain't no sucka shit round here
You gotta take that up the street
And this a message to my young niggas who still in the streets
Be cautious how you move cause a lot of shit be police
These niggas police, and these bitches police
I know it's crazy but it's true I seen that shit with my eyes
The streetest niggas in my city, they be rats in disguise
Last bitch I put my faith in she was going for the guys
Ate on that pussy on like a demon just for her to feed me with lies
Keep it real, keep it raw, keep it untelevised
Drops my nuts and let em hang
I put all pride to the side
When it come to living lavish
Be ready to be ride
But be ready to hide
When it come back to reality
How you go from dick riding, to envy and wanna battle me
When it come down to it I get down and dirty like a cavity
You piss me off one time, I turn this shit into a tragedy
I'm the turtle in the race, I can't let no nigga rabbit me
Put my feelings and my pride all to the side
Put that raw shit in ya ear
Nod ya head when you drive
Nod ya head when you slide
Pain and aggression
Broken heart, torn apart, can't even connect it
This shit right here the message
A message, yea the message yea
For real, for real, for real, for real
A message, yea the message yea
For real for real for real for real
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Reid Jr.
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