Keep It Real

Ever since I was thirteen

I been surrounded by hurt dreams

And fake ****ers who threw shots, but none of that bullshit could hurt me

Police investigations, but the police couldn't chirp me

High school, couldn't nerf me

The New boyz couldn't jerk me

Aye!

Hey wake up like everyday

Someone got something to say

They all N.W.A.'s

Niggas ain't gettin' no play

Not in my city, no way

Go outside, get some sun, grab some shade

Hydroplane!

Niggas can't keep in they lane

It ain't no thang

My mother****ing shit so biggity, biggity bang!

Yup!

Bang mother****ers!

K-I doing my thang mother****ers

Young boy he done upgrade from that Cavalier to that Range, mother****ers

Best believe I'm that same nigga

K.i.D but don't play, mother****ers

You're lowkey like Japayne, dude

All you look the same, mother****ers

Dude, this is the ****ing shit I do

Spell it out for these dumb ****ers, haiku

Weak rappers like you, are so bad for my mood

Yep, y'all better watch your step

Asians kid test

I'm coming correct

Really there's no contest

Getting it right till there ain't ****ing shit left

Uhh, well I keep and I don't think I'll ever, change

I'll never lie if you could look me in the, face

I swear to God that weak ass shit isn't in my veins

I'll never change

I keep it real, (Keep it real, mother****er)

I keep it real, (Keep it real, mother****er) my niggas (6x)

That's how I feel, my nigga

This beat is real

Aight look

Real niggas since day one

So **** you if you hate me

Been a working nigga since day two

And a rich nigga since day three

Learned this shit on my own, so

What the hell could you teach me?

Kyle Harvey's no clone, you

Couldn't see me with HD

With a telescope

With a microscope

Nigga in the dark

With a lot of phones

I'm over rappers who smoke weed with white girls, and get Emma Stoned

I'm not saying they're weak

I'm just saying they're not me

And if like, I'm ****ing great

I mean like, what else could they be?

Ya know?

They say that I sound like Drake,

I don't.

You're daughter thinks I'm great,

I know.

Your mother****ing CD package needs to come with a bar of soap

Cause honestly, your verses stink

That shit puts me straight to sleep

Even if I didn't have a nose, I could tell that your verses reek

But its filled with all this shit about,

Spots you've never been

And about,

Girls you'll never do

And about shit you never did

And all the niggas you killed

And all the caps that you've peeled

Well all you niggas are millionaires, so come on, let's be real