Lil' Rob - Keep It Real lyrics

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(Lil' Rob)

Watch-Ah There's a difference between fact and fiction

Pay close attention do more than Listen

Here what I'm telling you all these vatos be telling it

Claiming that they be having it

But really they anit having shit

Fuck all that bullshit that shit is kid shit

Keep talking shit bitch that's what your skill is

Fools are ridiculous just don't know when to quit

Can't spit like I can spit straight up be Maculent

Talented handle it Simon eh had my man that did

Feel so cold leave you frozen stiff like a manikin

Crazy like the bay that they named after a pelican

From pellet guns to Simi autos to automatic guns

To having funs to having funs to having fun in Cali sun

I love convertibles dog I had to have me one

You might know me from cruising around in my Cadillac

To pumps in the trunk the batteries on rack flip the switch on my lap

(Lil' Rob)(Chorus)(2x)

Keeping it real got the skills to pay the bills esse

A lot of you vatos don't know how it feels to keep it real esse

I do what I do when I do it

I'm keeping it real when I do it

Unlike you did, everything you did was stupid.

(Lil' Rob)

A lot of you vatos take a long time to bust a rhyme need ta

hit the ol' drawing board and take some more time for real

Homeboy, i aint never heard nothing weaker

I Can't believe that bullshit be coming out the speaker

Its like who heard you and told you that you were good!

They lied to you, you can't rap but they said you could why?

What they do that, look what they done did made that shit talk

And beyond, fucking dumb kid I know where I'm from

I know what I've done I know what it takes to be number one

You vatos cross the line all the time dropping the dime

Your questioning I'm answering before your asking it

I know what I said whatever I said home boy I'm backing it

Backing lid, well you're a lying fucking sack of shit

Chronic shit? Got a big ol' fluffy fuckin sack of it

It's no accident when I'm packing it relaxing it kicking back and shit

I loss my mind I loss the time where'd it go

i dont know lost track of it

(Chorus)

(Lil' Rob)

San Diego city I was brought up in

Home of Donovan car hoping and bomb dropping

I'm getting numbers while I'm dragging bumpers

Scraping it up Juice I think I've got more than enough

In fact I think I got a little too much but never enough

Living life so rough and so tough I pick up the mic

Saves Que? I'm sick on the mic I'm sic on the mic

Your sounding like a bitch on the mic

I'm sick of my life but still kick the shit that you like

Just probably get a six-pack and kick it tonight

I'm tripping tonight feel like straight up picking a fight

Get wickie wicked tonight drug driven tonight

I'm going out of my head like little Anthony

Backing me days when he had tears on his pillow

Weeping like a willow it's Lil' Rob esse breaking it down

Gangster rolling no more mistaking the sound no mistakes are allowed

(Chorus)