Keep It Real ft. OJ Lyrics

Yeah Nigga

This how nigger go up in the street like uhh

I wondering how i came up so fast in this but I just keep it real

Why the hate why the hate when i keep it real

I stack a 100 bands on me what the fuck you mean

I make a mill from the streets and the industry

I gat your bitch sexing me showing of her tits

A 100 thousand dollar i'll be fronting on my wrist

I gat to chill poping pills you not on my list

I signed no deal about to kill i gat to pay the bills

The view of your bitch fucking me now you know how it feels

I made this money so my song will travel over seas

I had to deal with all the problem poverty from the streets

I wife no bitch i risk no snitch oh shit might be a trap

I've been working early morning just to keep up the stats

I'm not dreaming

Need more mill Mills

I've working every daily in the morning

Need more mill Mills

I've been talking conversations with the siri

There is no body i'm not needy i'm just greedy

Gat to pay me all my money or i'll be killing

Two lamborghini in the city I've be driving on the high way

Map a game plan in the city they we all niggas go part ways

7 days a fucking and we still in the bando always

Still we pray for more days

Higher Higher purchase

Why the hate why the hate when i keep it real

I stack a 100 bands on me what the fuck you mean

I make a mill from the streets and the industry

I gat your bitch sexing me showing of her tits

A 100 thousand dollar i'll be fronting on my wrist

I gat to chill poping pills you not on my list

I signed no deal about to kill i gat to pay the bills

The view of your bitch fucking me now you know how it feels

I made this money so my song will travel over seas

I had to deal with all the problem poverty from the streets

I wife no bitch i risk no snitch oh shit might be a trap

I've been working early morning just to keep up the stats

Gat to watch ur steps this niggas funny when they throw the dice

Ima let this draco pull on you when yo switch aside

I know they hating every daily cuz i'm making money

You better be watchful of what you saying nigga ain't playing

This bitch caping but i know i'm fed up with this secrets

I'm still that lil nigga tryna run the digits

We run the shows we run this mills we turn up for the street

Gat to put signs of deny I bet she don't reply

Why the hate why the hate when i keep it real

I stack a 100 bands on me what the fuck you mean

I make a mill from the streets and the industry

I gat your bitch sexing me showing of her tits

A 100 thousand dollar i'll be fronting on my wrist

I gat to chill poping pills you not on my list

I signed no deal about to kill i gat to pay the bills

The view of your bitch fucking me now you know how it feels

I made this money so my song will travel over seas

I had to deal with all the problem poverty from the streets

I wife no bitch i risk no snitch oh shit might be a trap

I've been working early morning just to keep up the stats