[Intro]
[Verse 1]
I’m a few hundred thousand short of an AP, but no less Presidential
Tried to clown me for driving a Honda, while they pushing a rental
Niggas know I’m a problem, that can’t be solved, now they questioning my mental
Alas, I will admit that I’m a bit ahead, thats why I keep you in my rear view
Your great shit ain't better than my worst shit
You obslolete, nigga you worthless
You better off selling fake purses
Come for me & you sleeping in a dirt ditch
Young niggas going hard like a rhino
You confused like a dark albino
I need sleep, but I ain't got time, no
Money chase, like a cheetah, no Liono!
Keep up, try to keep up
No slowing down
Stupid flow, just enough to go around
You light niggas
Can’t go pound for pound
My repertoire is full, go sound for sound
No
Did he do that?
Nah he ain’t do that
I am the truth all my niggas like true that
The prodigal son, the obvious one, you knew that
Going to work to stack up the funds & blew that
Nothin but Franks
I tell the teller to blue that
Tear up the game then put it together, I glue that
I made it up, you steal the flow, I sue that
Show up to court, I'm fresh to death, I’m suited
Niggas playing 3 to 1, thats foul
I snap in 3, 2, 1 thats now
Idle Kid & Solo blowing up, like bombs & buildings going down
[Hook]
Wasting time to buy a watch that I'll never tell the time with
You can catch me in the city riding 'round bumping my shit
& while I grind, you waste your day, & asking niggas where the time went
Then get mad at me, 'cause on a beat, I'm but verbal tyrant
[Verse 2]
Let me talk my shit
What I spit toxic
I'ma school you niggas tell me where the chalk at
Nigga this is gym class, ain't no speed walking
Know I’m preaching to the masses, I ain't just talking
808s sliding, & the beat falling
I mean dropping, no stopping
I want it, I cop it
I’m the pilot in the cockpit
You a cockroach, & I stomp shit
My girl wine fine, yours skin & bone thick
I do it off the mental, I don't need a bong rip
I am a dog
The beat a bone bitch
Out of this world on some phone home shit
Get on a beat then bomb it
No I get on a beat the vomit
No I get on a beat
Then speed up the heat
Can't keep up with me
Can't stop it
Boy you rap niggas I stomp ya
'Cause you rap niggas no compe-
'Tition
When I spit it
I’m vicious
Killed it when I
Rip you to bits & pieces
Red meat &
White sheets
Body parts all out in the street
Idle Kid & I’m Solo Jaxon let's see if you can keep up with kings
Like I done popped a Ritalin
Riddle me this
What if we shoot & we miss
What do we
Do if we
Shoot at you & actually hit
My nigga this is real as it gets
If you get hit be as still as still gets
'Cause I’m from a city where niggas kill kids
Kids carry steel 'cause the been with the shit
Bitches with the games, yeah they been with the tricks
[Hook]
Wasting time to buy a watch that I'll never tell the time with
You can catch me in the city riding 'round bumping my shit
& while I grind, you waste your day, & ask ya' niggas where the time went
Then get mad at me, 'cause on a beat, I'm but verbal tyrant
Wasting time to buy a watch that I'll never tell the time with
You can catch me in the city, riding 'round bumping my shit
& while I grind, you waste away & ya' niggas where ya' shine went
Then get mad at me 'cause on a beat I got like perfect timing
[Outro]
Keep Up was written by Solo Jaxon.
Keep Up was produced by Idle Kid.
Solo Jaxon released Keep Up on Fri May 15 2015.