Keep It Real

Lyrics

[Verse 1: T.Y.] I ain't gon' lie for my age I done heard and I done seen a lot of things But I never fold, cuban links with them pinky rings Spitta he gave me the game I'm super fly I could break a bitch like Priest Riding round in my '83 Slowly adding on to my fleet You can't kick it how I kick it Nigga you wasn't raised by no G's You don't be smoking on good weed Hoe lame ass never gon' get a bitch with that game fam Ice Cream sweats and some Space Jams Yo hoe say my shit jam Tryna had the spot lit like these diamonds on my wrist Throw the set up in my pic Youngest nigga of the clique But I gets it in, collect Benjamins and all of his friends I don't follow rules I just break them in Catch me mobbing down your block In that Maybach Benz Clean as a whistle, everything I do official In love with money and pistols Hunting for macs, the [?] is in my back I'm here just talking these facts [Chorus: T.Y.] Imma keep it real I won't never fold Imma stay a G Sticking to the code [Verse 2: Fendi P] I'm trill as I wanna Hundred spokes bending corners Regal candy gold it complements that Daytona Rolex diamonds rhyme seller This Margiela kinda weather I'm so G still got Iceberg with the Snoopy on the sweater I seen shit I ain't never saw I hear shit I ain't never heard Just to ball on them bitches like when Ricky touched that bird Up my dope since [?] served Slam them sixes on the curb New kicks was all I wanted Now my bitch and whip is foreign Counting money till the morning Trapping out the apartments Secret stash compartments Transpo, extortion We the illest niggas You niggas shoulda been aborted Sold my life to the streets the devil couldn't afford it [Chorus: T.Y.] Imma keep it real I won't never fold Imma stay a G Sticking to the code Imma keep it real I won't never fold