T.Y. (Rapper) - Keep It Real lyrics

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T.Y. (Rapper) - 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 b**h like Priest Riding round in my '83 Slowly adding on to my fleet You can't kick it how I kick it n***a you wasn't raised by no G's You don't be smoking on good weed Hoe lame a** never gon' get a b**h with that game fam Ice Cream sweats and some Space Jams Yo hoe say my sh** jam Tryna had the spot lit like these diamonds on my wrist Throw the set up in my pic Youngest n***a 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.](x4) Imma keep it real I won't never fold Imma stay a G Sticking to the code [Verse 2: Corner Boy 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 sh** I ain't never saw I hear sh** I ain't never heard Just to ball on them b**hes 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 b**h and whip is foreign Counting money till the morning Trapping out the apartments Secret stash compartments Transpo, extortion We the illest n***as You n***as shoulda been aborted Sold my life to the streets the devil couldn't afford it [Chorus: T.Y.](x2) 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