Keep Being You

Hoppa
Yeah
Pick up the
Uh
Ay yo

Pick up the brush like Picasso
93 Nas flow
200 on the 101 watch as the nos go
Straight from the underground that lost flow
Now we at Louis Vuitton back as a kid it was Costco
I stay Reddit like Roscoe's
Rap messiah me and my apostles
Direct to consumer like pentecostals

Man the public so hostile
I'm 33 but by rap years I'm a fuckin fossil
I'm still kickin still pushin still grindin, still goin
Already knowin that I don't know shit
Lyrics straight to your dome like when the coke hit
When I walk in the room they know my intentions 'fore I spoke it
Took the record and broke it
Feelin limitless feelin focused
Yeah I'm so focused

This is all me nobody co-wrote this
And I hope this reach you when you need it
Now that your wits end feelin depleted
Keep bein you
Fake motherfuckers we seein through
Yeah this some rap shit
Come now feel the flow with this beat
I've had my ups and downs but nah it's never been this steep
Shallow moments in my career but it's never been this deep
Praise God that I'm alive moment I wake til I sleep

Keep keep bein' you uh
Keep, keep, keep
Keep bein' you yeah
Keep keep keep bein' you uh
Fake motherfuckers we seein' through yeah
Keep keep bein' you uh
Keep keep keep
Keep bein' you yeah
Keep keep keep bein' you uh
Fake motherfuckers we seein' through yeah

I heard your album, I could top that in a weekend (awww)
If you couldn't pretend it's pretense then you'll be on defense
I swam up out the deep end
And made it to the surface where the air full of cheap trends uugh
Me, all my pain is an art piece (yeah)
Their claim to fame is a strong reach
I pulled up in a leather and some calm sneaks
Turned this shit hotter than Long Johns in Palm Beach
They behind me on the ride now they want cry man
Get the car seats, bitch I'm a artiste (artiste)

Y'all just famous for gamin the system
Knowin whose ass to kiss and y'all blow em so much
It's like you gon put the game in the system
Way to be different fuck outta here (fuck outta here)
I went around the fear and then I circled back and bitch slapped it in my latter years (bitch)
And shit I'm really only on the first chapter here, have a beer
If it was up to me, I'd say unto thee
The company you keep and you work for could never ever fuck wit me
So just be who you want to be or fake tough for free
It's up to you

Keep keep bein' you uh
Keep, keep, keep
Keep bein' you yeah
Keep keep keep bein' you uh
Fake motherfuckers we seein' through yeah
Keep keep bein' you uh
Keep keep keep
Keep bein' you yeah
Keep keep keep bein' you uh
Fake motherfuckers we seein' through yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Lee Gresh, Marlon Sean Cirker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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