Keep Going

[Intro: YN Jay]
(Elijah, not another one)
Yop
Yop
(Ron, give it to 'em)
Ahh

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Pop out with a ski mask but I ain't goin' skiing (Ahh)
Put a switch on the Glock, it sound like drums beatin'
I ain't trippin' 'bout no change, I let the bums keep it
Niggas die in Fall time, you know it's gun season
I'm finna sleep in niggas bushes like it's huntin' season
Dog don't never wash his teeth, that's why his gums bleedin'
Unc' head full of greys, look like Morgan Freeman
I hope bro don't go to hell, he just stole a Demon
Ball in the winter time, it's a cold season
It's some new ingredients but it's the old season, ayy
It's the old seasonin'
I love watchin' football, I hate when the season end
I know a nigga that made it out the hood, no one believed in him
I know a nigga that made his first shot, they tried to leave the gym
I know that's your blood brother, would you bleed for him?
I know you got a growhouse, but is the weed growin'?
I don't when we gon' drop, just keep pourin'
Young Jeezy, Snowman, it just keep snowin'
Gun pockin' out my hip, this bitch just keep showin'
And you ain't made it far enough, you gotta keep goin'

[Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG]
You gotta keep goin', man
Yeah
Ghetto Boy shit, nigga

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'ma boss, I don't need no one to speak for me
Just had your favorite redbone and went to asleep on her
I ain't even hit, I was off three 30's and I drunk a six
Wasn't no cheeks clappin', I was in there gettin' head, nigga, some happen
I was chillin' with my kids if I wasn't rappin'
They hit him in his head with a SIG, it turned into ashes, fried him
If I buy a brick, ho, pied it
I'll drink any Prometh' with codeine but don't Pai me
You don't got no glass red, don't lie to me
'Cause how you get a bubble wrap in a casket behind C?
Who is all this dogshit, is it MINE?
I'm talkin' 'bout the record label, nigga, not me
Dogshit on me, where the party at?
I got ten racks for the party pack
You will never not hear me say I hardly rap
You ain't makin' money off rap, that ain't gotta cap

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Hit him up close with the strap, I ain't tryna scrap
Bitch, I gotta a Hellcat, I ain't drivin' Scat
Spendin' dogshit when I land, I ain't gotta pack
Bro, you wanna hit this Newport? I ain't got a Black
Nutted in her six months ago, now she kinda fat
Bitch, I'm goin' in this shit raw, take the condoms back
Hmm, yeah, I'm talkin' unprotected
Nigga used to be the plug, now he unconnected
Shot a fifty out this Glock, it took a couple seconds
He tried to flex with a dub, it was unimpressive
Retired my old Glock and bought a baby SIG
She like, "Mike, you fuck my sister?", shit, I maybe did
Bitch, my left wrist cost me a Mercedes Benz
We got the whole hood knowin' we gon' make it big
We ain't sippin' on no Pai, this a eight of Tris
Countin' up a hundred bands while I take a shit
Makin' millions off of rap, but'll still take a hit
I get a check every time they and go play this shit
She say her pussy tight as hell, I told her, "Make it fit"
Drop a four in a can pop and then take a sip
You gotta kill me for this Cuban, you ain't takin' shit
I had to put my mix on it just to make a zip
If that shit ain't makin' pape', it ain't makin' sense
I threw my bag on board, it's finna take a trip
.50 Cal big as hell, it'll take a hip
I'll wipe a nigga nose like a handkerchief
Hmm, shoutout my lil' brother, he be spankin' shit
I know he said he had the bag but he ain't makin' shit
Told a bitch I'm taken, me and drank got a relationship
I lick the bottle like some pussy when I'm tastin' it
I can never be outside with a basic bitch
If she ain't had good credit, I wouldn't date the bitch
She showed me hoes ain't shit, I had to thank the bitch
Bust a nut and dip, shit, I got some more drank to sip