Keep It Real lyrics
by Lex Luger
[Hook]
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n*ggas
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n*ggas
[Verse 1]
Waka Flocka and Rick Ross, boy, we so trill
DJ Khaled, motherf*cker, I'm so hood
Me and Ace Hood trapping, selling good
Robbery thoughts, man, I wish a n*gga would
Me and Trick Daddy riding, swerving in a donk
Blowing loud, kush stinking like a f*cking skunk
Me and Papa Duck parking lot flexing
Rolling off them beans, boy, we high like George Jetson
Need a bad b*tch, so I paged Trina
A hoe with ass like Jacki-O, tell me, have you seen her?
I got money, I got cash
f*ck with Plies, n*gga, that's your ass
Brick Squad clique, we about that cash
f*ck with Gucci Mane, that's your ass
[Hook]
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n*ggas
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n*ggas
[Verse 2]
What's up, Murda Mook? What's up, Uncle Murda?
What's up, Maino? Ain't no place I can't go
G-Unit indo, yes, I'm blowing 50 packs
Lloyd Banks and Yayo, y'all know y'all my kinfolk
Catch me in BX, f*cking with Terror Squad
Or better yet, in Harlem World f*cking with Dipset
You don't want your clique wet, so please, no disrespect
All I know is grip the Tec, so please, no disrespect
Q-U-E-E-N-S, North Jamaica, Queens, back down to Baisley Projects
Or Westside Merrick, f*cking with the Towers
Red raindrops on you motherf*cking cowards
Family so f*cking real, yes, I'm down to f*cking kill
I'm about the dollar bill, trying to see a hundred mill
[Hook]
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n*ggas
Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die
Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high
In the trap with the Hit Squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n*ggas