Keep It Real

(La musica de Harry Fraud)

Shorty keep it real, it's better than being perfect (perfect)
I pull up in a foreign and my shooters in Suburbans ('burbans)
Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playing hockey (hockey)
They done dragged me through the mud but them boys couldn't stop me

Slidin' through your hood with my haan (haan)
You know the vibe (vibe), you know the vibe (vibe)
I be slidin' through your hood with my haan (haan)
You know the vibe (vibe), you know the vibe (vibe)

I'm a shooter in my city, like KD (KD)
Walking through the field like I'm AB (AB)
It's not the palace, it's the pit (it's the pit)
Walking through your hood with my stick (bah, bah, baow)

Get it from the mud, dirt cheap (dirt cheap)
Had the block clicking like Adele first week
50 mil' strong if you're talking ten-year challenge
Money, bitches, power, hunnid, fifties, and thousands (thousands)
Cruising with the Uzi like I'm JT (JT)
If you see me with my beanie like a steak peek (steak peek)
Them coke wave boys put the pain in it
Max got 75, Chinx put the yay in it, hey (yay in it)

Shorty keep it real, it's better than being perfect (perfect)
I pull up in a foreign and my shooters in Suburbans ('burbans)
Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playing hockey (hockey)
They done dragged me through the mud but them boys couldn't stop me

Slidin' through your hood with my haan (haan)
You know the vibe (vibe), you know the vibe (vibe)
I be slidin' through your hood with my haan (haan)
You know the vibe (vibe), you know the vibe (vibe)

Uh, I be in the Lamb' (yeah), trailed by a Lamb'
Switched to a brick, I ain't never did a scam
Knee-deep in tan, knee-deep in my beef
We was hopping out of vans tryna stand over your mans (grr)
With a big 5.7 FN (turn up)
Case it 'cause I can, n-, who gon' stop me? (Who gon' stop me?)

Big old choppy, mop him, clean as Oxi
Impatient, god to gangstas, I point my offering (my offering)
Niggas close on my foes, finna need to haunt me (need to haunt me)
I ain't tripping, it's f- 'em dead, 'cause it was f- 'em living
I ain't tryna go like Biggie, they trail me with 50's
Every city hop out with my blicky, trigger finger itching (brr, brr)

Shorty keep it real, it's better than being perfect (perfect)
I pull up in a foreign and my shooters in Suburbans (brr, brr)
Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playing hockey (hockey)
They done dragged me through the mud but them boys couldn't stop me

Slidin' through your hood with my haan (haan)
You know the vibe (vibe), you know the vibe (vibe)
I be slidin' through your hood with my haan (haan)
You know the vibe (vibe), you know the vibe (vibe)

(Haan) shorty keep it real, it's better than being perfect (perfect)
I pull up in a foreign and my shooters in Suburbans (brr, brr)
Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playing hockey (hockey)
Watch how you talking, all the boys get cocky (get cocky)



Credits
Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, Fred Lowinger, Lindsay Lucas, Karim Kharbouch, Dane Emerson Orr, George A. Stone Iii
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