Keep it Groovy

I'm trying to listen to God, I got my own flesh and my-
Pulling me here, my own desire
My family, my friends, all these things is distracting me from the truth and it's difficult to give in
Especially when you're young, man
But if you can go through it, you'll come out like gold, If I can go through the fire

Yeah, it's Magnum
Soon as I hit the stage, I change the setting and the groove
Addicted to these encores, It's been a while since the booth but now, I'm back with the truth
Your raps cap, where the proof?
My uncle got caught and got found with the proof
Cousin got cought and got found with the tool
Trynna forget all that, while I'm performing by the pool
Spent a K on baby bro's J's, at five, he was cool
And I ain't stopping 'til D1 is bust down to the Jewels, that's the fam
Feed the whole fam, that's the ultimate plan
Visions of me doing hundred in a all blue Maclaren
It's only right, my nigga, 6LU3 is in a Maybach
We gon' stack the fuck up, ignorant, then make it right back, that's a fact, uh
Raise a price on niggas, stack it, make it right back
Raise a price on niggas, stack it, make it right back
They expect another hit, when I do a mic check
Why you think your baby Mama stalking me on that app

Through the hard times
Yeah, I keep it groovy, I keep it groovy, I keep it
And when I get mine
Yeah, I'll keep it groovy, I'll keep it groovy, I'll keep it
Through the hard times
Yeah, I keep it groovy, I keep it groovy, I keep it
And when I get mine
Yeah, I'll keep it groovy, I'll keep it groovy, I'll keep it

I told my mama, "Kick back, I'ma bring it home"
The weight of my fam nigga, I carried on my own, but I don't mind that
I'm built for that, ain't no way around that
Gotta handle mine, my nigga, "It's crunch time"
The price of fame, "What will it cost?" The war inside me, "When will it stop?"
Life in a pause, "KEEP FIGHTING" but, I lost
Sins, I gotta confess shit out my chest, "Life in a mess; Poverty knows my address"
Nigga, I been running for a while drippin' in sweat
But now, I ain't running no more
'Cause now, I know I ain't built like the rest
I know, I'm different
"It's prophecy, it's God given"
I speak my life, my truth and how I live it
Escaped my minds prison with Allah's wisdom
If I say it how it feel it then I know they gon' feel it
If I say it how it feel it then I know they gon' feel it

And most people that came off the street and got their career together
They won't even let you know that they've been through it
They try to act brand new
We don't go through this because of our own selfish reasons
We go through this to give a testimony of how far God has brought me
I know what you desire, I know what you need
But Lord, give me my portion where I can be grateful, where I can be thankful
They are unthankful, they are unholy, they are ungrateful, they got a job, they don't want the job
They got 40 hours; You can't work on Sundays; You can't work on Sundays; Now, you got three days
They just always complaining and I'm rambling and murmuring, STOP IT

Through the hard times
Yeah, I keep it groovy, I keep it groovy, I keep it
And when I get mine
Yeah, I'll keep it groovy, I'll keep it groovy, I'll keep it
Through the hard times
Yeah, I keep it groovy, I keep it groovy, I keep it
And when I get mine
Yeah, I'll keep it groovy, I'll keep it groovy, I'll keep it, I'll keep it

The first thing they do when you go to a pawn shop and take them, what they do?
How do they determine if it's gold plated, or what?
What they do? What kind of test they take it through?
When you take the jewelry to the pawn shop, how do they determine if it's real or fake?
They put it through the acid test, they put the fire punter
That's how we know if we're real or fake, we don't go through the fire
And I don't know why I don't want to go to work, I got to understand why
And I got to acknowledge it, I ain't gonna sell my soul for the job
God said, "I'm trying to put you over here or I'm trynna let you-
Let them know through you, let your light shine" but, I'm hating on them
Because they ain't feeling me, they don't understand me
Hey man, you got to teach them
You see how they flee?
They want a dollar, want a quarter
He could've gotten everything that he needed if he just would have been patient, but it's okay



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Writer(s): Moses Vicky Kgaladi
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