Keep going ft. OTR CHAZ Lyrics

My bro not my friend, you could say we kin just like a Friday

I don't follow rules, walk a nigga down right in his driveway ooh

Bro sellin pounds balancing lows all on the highway

I tell I love you, then I love you, then this shit 4L

Trying live the high life, getting by We just dumping pounds right now

Looking at the sky, trying not to cry, man I swear the streets getting old

Gotta see my son grow, let my gun go, cause I'm really with the madness

Told you I love you, you're supposed to watch my back and promise not to stab it

I've been trying to write my wrongs, feds trying indict my songs

Lost niggas, took niggas, did jail time, my life goes on

Dirty soda to keep a nigga gone, police they won't leave a nigga alone

I know shit happens, but the way it's going like I'm stuck up in a storm

I've been up for three days straight, I done had three bad days

Came in a freak bitch, I just got the call, she was three days late

trying ball before it's too late, I think all these niggas two-faced

Why the fuck your love feel fake, get a damn drac, make the block shake

Big doug around my way, call shots do what I say

Gang members hang with me and if they ain't with me, get the fuck out my way

Hunnit pounds on the highway, getting to it cause the crime pay

Niggas dying at a dying rate, you shouldn't try me, bullets fly straight

My bro not my friend, you can say we kin just like a Friday

I Don't follow rules, walk the nigga down right in this driveway ooh

Bro Selling pounds, balancing lows all on the highway

Tell you I love you, then I love you, then this shit 4L

Trying live the high life, getting by, we just dumping pounds right now

Looking at the sky, trying not to cry, man, I swear the streets getting old

Gotta see my son grow, let my gun go, cause I'm really with the madness

Told you I love you, you supposed to watch my back and promise not to stab it