Keep It Real ft. Trench Lyrics

Alot of my old homies

Didnt keep it real

Had suspicions bout a lick

But never

Thought you squeel

Now im all in an

Double dippin in the deals

And im drippin in some shit

That really give u chills

I told my bro

Imma stamp double r

On every wheel

An i cant tell u

I can only show u

How it feels

To rise up out the gutter

An head straight to the building

And drip myself out in amiri

From the head to heal

These bitches dont want

Shit from you

But new chanel

They aint never ready

To ride for what

This life entails

Most these bitches

Out here breaking down

Like old chevelles

Permenant fantasy land

These bitches really under spells

Lotta snakes up in that grass

You better watch ya feet

Talkin bout yo good friends

Aint talkin bout your enemies

When shit get deep

Make sure

That they ready to dive in

Thats why everybody that

Stuck around drip like posiden

Im talkin to trench like

Bro we need another move

We be too nice with this shit

An soon we gon be

Drippin in jewels

An sooner or later

Your kid gone be

Switchin schools

Private on that education

Yo kid gon be gettin blues

Im skippin out on

Steak an rib

I want lamb

Shift that bitch into fifth gear

And take that hoe two hunnit ten

They expect u to

Whip the butter

If u got the jam

I aint gon say it again

Im never going

Back to the can

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Niggas switchin

Gotta watch the

Company you keep

Said i tried givin em

My love an hoping

They dont leach

I lost my brother

At fourteen so

I been feelin weak

Said fuck the sports

I caught a charge

Now i ride in the streets

This pain hit different

When you wish

Your dawg was still here

I thought these

Niggad had my back

Whole time was never there

I gotta son and i be

Scared to tell him

Bout my life

Tryna fix my wrongs

Before he end up thinkin

They ight

At times i feel my inner me

Be my worst enemy

Gotta watch the way

I move these

Niggas plottin to finish me

Pops he getting sick

I told my family

Its gon be okay

Knowin if he gone

Ill lose my shit

An crashout everyday

I told bro woppo

You my dawg

I gotcho back brodie

Aint known you

For to long

But we locked in

So fuck a blood brother

I hit up sprite

He like a therapist

When i need to vent

Come talk to the mic

Confess my sins

Yeah thats how i repent

I been missin

All my dawgs

Lil brodie stuck

Behind them walls

Hurt my heart

Like everytime

Like why we on this

Jail call

Wish you couldve

Stay the night

Right at my crib

To avoid it all

You booked

And we at home still

Goin thru it

This shit not fair at all

Shit not fair at all

Like whyd you leave me

My brother

Shit not fair at all

Like whyd you leave me

My brother

Shit not fair at all

Shit not fair at all

You know you smarter

Then that nigga

Its not fair at all

Shit not fair at all

Yeah yeah yeah

You know you

Smarter then that nigga

Its not fair at all

Lotta my old homies

Didnt keep it real

Had suspicions bout a lick

But never thought you squeel

Now im all in an

Double dippin in the deals

And im drippin in some shit

That really give u chills

I told my bro

Imma stamp double r

On every wheel

An i cant tell u

I can only show u

How it feels

To rise up out the gutter

An head straight to the building

And drip myself out in amiri

From the head to heal