Keep It

Why do my mains come with a side?
Why do our names elicit replies?
Dreamt about it all
Now I'm just a little surprised
How the richest rapper broke?
How the realest rapper lying?
It's crazy
They couldn't take the game and the streets
So every lame trying to catch fame on a lease
And labels do the paper to remain on the leash
It's insane, yeah, I get it
But they paying them at least

Exploit them for their lyrics at a couplе bands a piece
Gang know the movеs, so it's money for the beats
Cash for the bookings, cause we managing the fees
See I know the whole set up so it don't happen to me
I know they fight for a fraction that's out of symmetry
In hopes to be that icon posted up for the imagery
All I get is texts and requests for reviews of
Contracts, which one to choose
Without having em ask questions like
"What's in it for you?"
And "How much you making on a weekend?"
I seen both texts that you resent
Thought of a reply but forgot it
Heard every label offer now that I don't want it

Ain't just out to make it
I gotta keep it
You hear all the stories, but
Not the secrets
Aware of the conflict where all the heat is
Seen the masks, but, ain't never seen the
Faces underneath em

Shouldn't throw punches if you can't take a beating
Know all the spots
So lock the door when you sleeping
Mask on, gang roll on the low, creeping
Shots through the window go bang
But you won't hear em

Focus done gotten us here
Envy is all I can hear
Stacking for analogue gear
Catalogue drop in a year
Can't tell if talk is sincere
Hop to the top of the tiers
Where heights ain't a probable fear
Why they look scared though?

I ain't splitting hairs bro
Roll through the spot and turn a troll into a scarecrow
Can't fill a circle up with squares, so
I implore all you motherfuckers to take care

Ain't just out to make it
I gotta keep it
You hear all the stories, but
Not the secrets
Aware of the conflict where all the heat is
Seen the masks, but, ain't never seen the
Faces underneath em

Wagtang
De bomba'y gition's inyong agtang
Malas ang maatlan
Ug kinsa'y ganahag bala, sigurado jung mahatdan

Ain't just out to make it
I gotta keep it
You hear all the stories, but
Not the secrets
Aware of the conflict where all the heat is
Seen the masks, but, ain't never seen the
Faces underneath em