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ca$h out – keep it real lyrics

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[intro:]
hey
gotta keep it real
i don’t do the same thing
gotta keep it real
gotta couple shootouts
gotta keep it real
ain’t gonna lie am f*cked up
gotta keep it real
had to open up the bank rolls
bank and seal
gotta keep it real [x5]

[verse 1:]
my baby momma always talking shit
i can’t lie i love a thug b-tch
i jump out the port born ready
all the trapping nigga i will war already
for the trap houses in the neighborhood
flat screen, thought we was living good
serretta the emerald stripe
pull up to your house at the red light
i know triggers, ain’t no amateur
im thinking of ways i can handle ya
nigga should be dead right now
cause i’m getting they bread right now
trap house closed up
all these niggas turn in fear right now
i know that nigga never been a thug
i know that nigga’s a lip
i know they gon’ snitch
i know they gon’ fall
sending green dots to niggas that never bought me a mil
they be like god d-mn
cash out, you keep it so real

[chorus:]
i hear the trap’s at the trap house
gotta keep it real
had a couple shootouts
gotta keep it real
ain’t gonna lie am f*cked up
gotta keep it real
had to open up the bank rolls
bank and seal
gotta keep it real [x5]
my baby momma always talking shit
i can’t lie i love a thug b-tch

[verse 2:]
keep it real with the real f*ck the fake
we know they gon’ hate
where i’m from is a jungle
either hustle or take
niggas don’t respect your money
in my section, yeah we taking money
serve and cut your boy done
motherf*cker yelling sick of run
and i miss my nigga
and i been with my nigga
but im here for a reason
im still breathing
i’m forever sly
im still breathing
without a care in the world
and god blessed me with a son, ima give him the world
and thats real, with or without the deal
i get my hands dirty in that field
so ima heal

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
i’m 18 with a soccer momma
bad, bunkin the beat with pills
nigga gotta do what he gotta do
i’m thuggin with you mr. steel
hands bl–dy, i hit that spot around the block
so ima heal, the way a nigga move so g-code
my old holes still in me, copperfield
oh no, no mansion , no copperfield
still in the streets shooting, he for real
these niggas drop, getting my team hot
i ain’t smelling that
they say the nigga who war will be screaming the loudest
you is aliyah hoe
i could be back at the
they so ready to go
told them i push for real
told them i’m married and you mother f*ckers say nothin
i almost got k!lled
should i guess ima k!ll myself
im rolling the dice, lifes a gamble for real
picture me running from any nigga
this unreal, like nigga be real

[chorus:]
my baby momma always talking shit
i can’t lie i love a thug b-tch
gotta keep it real