Keep it real

[Chorus: TSM Beeezy]
Keep it real, and imma keep it real wit’ you, huh
Too high off the codeine, don’t know how to feel about you
Diamonds bitin’ on my left wrist, (?) out the tinted window Bentley Coupe
Got that double R on my neck, and Rino got the Patek too
Watch what you sayin’ to me, (?)
I’m bout that money baby, I ain’t bout it baby, I ain’t really hear what you said
I got the Glocks out get to sprayin’
All in your bitch house, she a fan
I play it off cause I’m the man
Just fuckin’, can’t be your friend

[Verse 1: Desire]
I’m tryna take you to see the whole world
I know you’d prolly be mad as hell if I told you “There’s another girl”
Baguettes up in they face, my diamonds hittin’ out of this world
My brudda just went Philippe
Finna go shopping for some doublе C
I’m tryna get me a pound, yeah
Thе bullets really finna strike, if you fuck wit’ me coming from the mound, (Bitch)
If they keep fucking with me, get you my right, nigga you is a clown
I (?) my classmates, up in my high school I was selling pounds, yeah
Try to run that money up on the Youtube
Look what I found

[Bridge: Desire]
Found something for myself
Finally found a way to express my words and it really helped
Found a way to the to let the energy out of myself
Finally found a way to cope, even though the drugs really help

[Chorus: TSM Beeezy]
Keep it real, and imma keep it real wit’ you, huh
Too high off the codeine, don’t know how to feel about you
Diamonds bitin’ on my left wrist, (?) out the tinted window Bentley Coupe
Got that double R on my neck, and Rino got the Patek too
Watch what you sayin’ to me, (?)
I’m bout that money baby, I ain’t bout it baby, I ain’t really hear what you said
I got the Glocks out get to sprayin’
All in your bitch house, she a fan
I play it off cause I’m the man
Just fuckin’, can’t be your friend

[Verse 3: TSM Beeezy]
Oh no can’t be your man
Fuck no don’t play that shit
I ain’t cuffin’ no bitch, so miss me with all that bullshit
I’ve been in that bull pin
Glizzy with a full clip, nigga try imma let it rip
I’m off that wock, might take a sip
I don’t think I belong here, this might be my wrong year
I can see it right now they might call me “Rookie of the year”
I might sign that big deal with fake smiles, no love here
I just want my family and my momma and my bruddas near

[Outro: TSM Beeezy]
Don’t tell me (?)