| Hey
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| Gotta Keep It Real
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| I don’t do the same thing
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| Gotta Keep It real
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| Gotta couple shootouts
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| Gotta Keep it real
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| Ain’t gonna lie am f*cked up
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| Gotta keep it real
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| Had to open up the bank rolls
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| Bank and Seal
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| Gotta Keep it real
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| My baby momma always talking shit
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| I can’t lie i love a thug bitch
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| I jump out the port born ready
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| All the trapping nigga I will war already
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| For the trap houses in the neighborhood
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| Flat screen, thought we was living good
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| Serretta the emerald stripe
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| Pull up to your house at the red light
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| I know triggers, ain’t no amateur
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| Im thinking of ways I can handle ya
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| Nigga should be dead right now
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| Cause i’m getting they bread right now
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| Trap House closed up
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| All these niggas turn in fear right now
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| I know that nigga never been a thug
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| I know that nigga’s a lip
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| I know they gon' snitch
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| I know they gon' fall
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| Sending green dots to niggas that never bought me a mil
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| They be like god damn
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| Cash out, you keep it so real
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| I hear the trap’s at the trap house
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| Gotta Keep It real
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| Had a couple shootouts
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| Gotta Keep it real
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| Ain’t gonna lie am f*cked up
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| Gotta keep it real
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| Had to open up the bank rolls
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| Bank and Seal
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| Gotta Keep it real
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| My baby momma always talking shit
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| I can’t lie i love a thug bitch
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| Keep it real with the real f*ck the fake
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| We know they gon' hate
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| Where i’m from is a jungle
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| Either hustle or take
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| Niggas don’t respect your money
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| In my section, yeah we taking money
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| Serve and cut your boy done
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| Motherf*cker yelling sick of run
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| And i miss my nigga
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| And i been with my nigga
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| But im here for a reason
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| Im still breathing
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| I’m forever sly
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| Im still breathing
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| Without a care in the world
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| And god blessed me with a son, ima give him the world
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| And thats real, with or without the deal
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| I get my hands dirty in that field
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| So ima heal
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| I’m 18 with a soccer momma
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| Bad, bunkin the beat with pills
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| Nigga gotta do what he gotta do
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| I’m thuggin with you Mr. Steel
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| Hands bloody, i hit that spot around the block
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| So ima heal, the way a nigga move so G-code
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| My old holes still in me, copperfield
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| Oh no, no mansion, no copperfield
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| Still in the streets shooting, he for real
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| These niggas drop, getting my team hot
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| I ain’t smelling that
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| They say the nigga who war will be screaming the loudest
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| You is Aliyah hoe
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| I could be back at the
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| They so ready to go
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| Told them i push for real
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| Told them i’m married and you mother f*ckers say nothin
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| I almost got killed
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| Should i guess ima kill myself
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| Im rolling the dice, lifes a gamble for real
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| Picture me running from any nigga
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| This unreal, like nigga be real
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| My baby momma always talking shit
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| I can’t lie i love a thug bitch
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| Gotta Keep It Real |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep It Real , by - Ca$h Out. Song from the album Kitchens & Choppas, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп