I Keep It Real

[Verse 1]
Busta ass niggas talk shit
Can't Back it up, wound up
Gettin served by Lil Gin dont give a fuck
Hidin' in the bushes on yo ass till you come out
Cock my Smith & Wesson back to your motherfucking mouth
Bitch, I don't give a fuck, see, the police can't catch me
Niggas on banana peels always gettin' that bullet drilled
Dead in they motherfucking face where it hurt the most
Leavin' niggas shirts soaked 'cause I'm full of that fuckin' dope
Drive by on a 10 speed, yo momma lookin' out the window
Threw up a finger sign and told that bitch to kiss my nuts
Rat, rat-ta-tat, tat-tat-tat
We leavin' niggas on they motherfucking biznack
Claimin' you a killer, I can tell, trip, you won't do shit
I'm leavin' mountains on yo head
When you think you can step to this
Nigga, Lil Gin, I never get no fucking rest
Stop slippin' with that ana on yo chest, nigga

[Chorus]
I keep it real, nigga, stay way from lame hoes
I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls
I stay low key, smokin' major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can't see me
I keep it real, nigga, stay way from lame hoes
I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls
I stay low key, smokin' major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can't see me

[Verse 2]
Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do
My beeper just a beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap just in case these niggas stangin'
I'm strapped, bitch, don't trip
'Cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
Rollin' down the highway, on my way I'm drinkin' Alize
Sprayin' that cherry spray
I'm blowin' my heater while I'm cheefin hay
Made it to my designation then I grip my cellular
Nigga, where yo ass at? Then I load my fucking gat
Lookin' through the rear view and a shawty pulled up, that's the man
Steppin' out the car kinda slow with a briefcase in his hand
The money that he pulled out was all crispy when he opened it
Once I reach then I see niggas out of nowhere with them tecs
Thinkin' kinda fast, but reachin' slow to grip my fuckin' gun
Soon as I open my trench – boom, to my fuckin' arm
That lets ya know not to go out like no sucka
'Cause when you dealin' dope somebody else is on they fuckin' hustle

[Chorus]
I keep it real, nigga, stay way from lame hoes
I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls
I stay low key, smokin' major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can't see me
I keep it real, nigga, stay way from lame hoes
I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls
I stay low key, smokin' major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can't see me

[Verse 3]
I'm from the North Memphis area where pimp niggas packin' the
Heat under the seat, dippin' sweets, bumpin' dozier
We tearin' up the fucking club, rollin' so clean on them 4's
Thick as hell on Beale St. where you can fuck on the first night hoes
Everywhere niggas that tryin' to get paid
The game is you play or get played
Killers in my town, we layin' em down with a rusty twelve gauge
I got much love for the H double O-D I grew in
I will win many stang on any trick bitch tryin' to cross my clan
Throw you S-E-T 'cause a North Memphis gangsta niggas got my back
[Hurt Village, Woodland, Smoke City, Washington, ?]Nash Street, niggas jackin' tracks
What's yo hood like? Is it rough is it tough?
We got grey and gold grills
And, nigga, we ain't afraid to bust some project boy
Running from the police ain't no thing, I mastered all that shit
As a young nigga shootin' at the junkies on the back porch tryna run off with my bricks
Put some money back into the ghetto while you standin' tall
Don't forget where you came from 'cause you can fall

[Chorus]
I keep it real, nigga, stay way from lame hoes
I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls
I stay low key, smokin' major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can't see me
I keep it real, nigga, stay way from lame hoes
I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls
I stay low key, smokin' major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can't see me