problem – keep it real lyrics
feat. bad lucc & casha
(verse)
remember when my money would stand as dinner floss?
bag enough in the devil’s kitchen
two step with my fingers crossed
please, lord, keep my mind right
they say where we at the darkest, that where you shine light!
wow, i say, these bottles poppin’, these hoes lookin’
she doing lines till her nose crooked, d-mn
done done it all, i done say too much, boy
so those angry faces don’t face me n-gg-
everybody sayn i’m brand new, oh
guess that’s what’s getting this cash due
when you from where i’m from you do anything that you have too
you overgrind and make sure your money outlast you
family second, my grind first
no matter how much, that line hurts
clock tickin’, ain’t no time for no time kill
cause my family across me be way cross my grind real
(hook)
sh-t, just keepin’ it real wit my self
if i don’t keep it real with me
i’m gon’ keep it real with everyone else
let’s do it, come on
it’s too many squared n-gg-s just runnin’ around
it’s crazy, that fast lane gone slow me down
(verse)
aw, keepin’ it real while i face the traffic
need a lil’ dot, square face’s a magic
put up on the scene, but the trace are tragic
backed out laughin’, but my heart was jumpin’
a n-gg- had a feelin’ i was startin’ somethin’
hustlin’, movin’, h.g.well, i woke up next mornin’
all the n-gg-s in jail
i slowed up, nervous f-ck, i could have swole up
took the bitter, i could have chose up
from that day on, i never froze up
i just stay on my lane like i’m taught to do
play that role and they chuckle you
snapped a couple n-gg-s and i fought a few
bad looking like bad luck for you
all these fake smiles gangsta vouchin’
a n-gg- neva ready for the gangsta pouchin’
all up in yo business, tryna scr-pe the cash
watch yo back when you separate the fountain
i’dda seen it all, wanna prove you tied,
the og’s only keep od’s in line
lil’ homies wid it, ain’t used to bustin’
the don’t remember you when you was out there thuggin’
run these streets, look at these rap n-gg-s
talkin’ sh-t, forgot about the scr-p, n-gg-
big homie, i kick back, n-gg-
apartment, like looky, let me at, niiga
you ain’t learn sh-t cause you ballin’, boy
you ain’t even hit ?
bout to be a long night, all that, boy
was headin’ to the studio, all that boy
(hook)
sh-t, just keepin’ it real wit my self
if i don’t keep it real with me
i’m gon’ keep it real with everyone else
let’s do it, come on
it’s too many squared n-gg-s just runnin’ around
it’s crazy, that fast lane gone slow me down
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