Keep It Real (feat. O & J)

Yeah Nigga
This how nigger go up in the street like uhh
I wondering how i came up so fast in this but I just keep it real
Why the hate why the hate when i keep it real
I stack a 100 bands on me what the fuck you mean
I make a mill from the streets and the industry
I gat your bitch sexing me showing of her tits
A 100 thousand dollar i'll be fronting on my wrist
I gat to chill poping pills you not on my list
I signed no deal about to kill i gat to pay the bills
The view of your bitch fucking me now you know how it feels
I made this money so my song will travel over seas
I had to deal with all the problem poverty from the streets
I wife no bitch i risk no snitch oh shit might be a trap
I've been working early morning just to keep up the stats
I'm not dreaming
Need more mill Mills
I've working every daily in the morning
Need more mill Mills
I've been talking conversations with the siri
There is no body i'm not needy i'm just greedy
Gat to pay me all my money or i'll be killing
Two lamborghini in the city I've be driving on the high way
Map a game plan in the city they we all niggas go part ways
7 days a fucking and we still in the bando always
Still we pray for more days
Higher Higher purchase
Why the hate why the hate when i keep it real
I stack a 100 bands on me what the fuck you mean
I make a mill from the streets and the industry
I gat your bitch sexing me showing of her tits
A 100 thousand dollar i'll be fronting on my wrist
I gat to chill poping pills you not on my list
I signed no deal about to kill i gat to pay the bills
The view of your bitch fucking me now you know how it feels
I made this money so my song will travel over seas
I had to deal with all the problem poverty from the streets
I wife no bitch i risk no snitch oh shit might be a trap
I've been working early morning just to keep up the stats

Gat to watch ur steps this niggas funny when they throw the dice
Ima let this draco pull on you when yo switch aside
I know they hating every daily cuz i'm making money
You better be watchful of what you saying nigga ain't playing
This bitch caping but i know i'm fed up with this secrets
I'm still that lil nigga tryna run the digits
We run the shows we run this mills we turn up for the street
Gat to put signs of deny I bet she don't reply
Why the hate why the hate when i keep it real
I stack a 100 bands on me what the fuck you mean
I make a mill from the streets and the industry
I gat your bitch sexing me showing of her tits
A 100 thousand dollar i'll be fronting on my wrist
I gat to chill poping pills you not on my list
I signed no deal about to kill i gat to pay the bills
The view of your bitch fucking me now you know how it feels
I made this money so my song will travel over seas
I had to deal with all the problem poverty from the streets
I wife no bitch i risk no snitch oh shit might be a trap
I've been working early morning just to keep up the stats



Credits
Writer(s): O J
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