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ot the real - carry on lyrics

[intro]
(heatmakerz, crack music)

[verse 1]
casually at war, my strap on me at the store (at the store)
i’m scared they might be cis, they askin’ me for some more (what up?)
at the crib, got a half a key in my drawer (half a key in my drawer)
they go there, i’m on parole, i might never see a tomorrow (never see a tomorrow)
my son need clothes for school, my daughter’s keepin’ us up (keepin’ us up)
you got all these mouths to feed, you gotta re’ with a buck (hundred thousand)
on the run, i had to sleep in my truck (real rap)
state road, cfcf, i had to sleep in my chucks (stay ready)
lookin’ in my own reflection off a brick of glass (glass)
she takes her incomе tax, winston pack, and hits the ave (yeah)
wе drove the drills, but we switched the tags (switched the tags)
you still out there servin’ the same mids, just in different bags (haha)
the streets carry on (carry on)
hope tsa don’t see this 40k up in my carry+on (up in my carry+on)
we bag blocks, put stashboxes in avalons (we did)
the hustle continues, so does the marathon (let’s go)

[chorus]
it was hard, but we never gave up (never gave up)
we too solid, they could never break us (never break us)
we gon’ keep on flippin’ what we saved up (flippin’, flippin’)
’cause we know n0body’s come to save us
the streets carry on, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (i told you)
the streets carry on, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (long after we gone, ayy)
[verse 2]
not to get too personal, but i been havin’ vivid dreams (vivid dreams)
i just started bein’ up, and people’s tryna finish me (what’s up?)
now i hear a noise, i grab my gat and go and check the scene (what’s good?)
homie figured how to make his crystal look like listerine (listerine)
crispy clean, but she held me down when i had nothin’ (i had nothin’)
sittin’ in her pop’s bas+m+nt, baggin’ up onions (that’s my rider)
they see us on the ‘gram and they know we back up to somethin’ (back up to somethin’)
i came back with the pounds like i traveled to london (like i traveled to london)
it’s a lonely endeavor
people that you love can all be turned into phone calls and letters (real rap)
we holdin’ homie down, homie’s holdin’ his head up (keep your head up)
he caught a body, seventeen, his parole date is never (that sh+t say never, man)
the streets carry on (carry on)
old+head hits the bag like larry holmes (larry holmes)
too late to save ’em, they already gone (they already gone)
the hustle continues, so does the marathon

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