Knocka - Keeping it Real lyrics
rate me..I feel marvelous!
I put my niggers on, them niggers put their niggers on
Now we're all...
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Uh, about the sweet, sweet love I lost
And the way I got double, double crossed
That guy who was my friend
I see him now and then
But I pretend I'm doing fine
When I'm about to lose my mind!
Uh, ever since Ricky died I was his bigger brother
We shared the same blood, we just had different mothers
Low skinny pussy niggers, fuck with the bitches
You want the best for your niggers, but watch them chase for riches
Niggers get some change, then you see them change
..with the money... make the same!
I put my niggers on, my niggers put their niggers on
Ain't the hottest story, go upon that... song
Whoa, he crushed my car...
Run to some money, he ain't repaying me...
Niggers did the deal, the neighbors come real
But real niggers ain't recognize me, you ain't real!
Too much purple in the cup, you better sober up
He left me out to dry, now I'm soaking up
Real lyricist, you feel I'm afraid
You ain't gotta write a check to pay me respect
Altering your motives, these niggers ain't your friends
When niggers chase you...
He ain't start fucking bitches, till he got with me
Bitches... they thought it was gay
And I thought it was real, he seemed so official
But when niggers do some fame, that's when it start to ditch you!
Something like the curtain, you don't want me to shine
tell my niggers we're good, we ought to be fine!
If Ricky knew what you did, how would your brother feel...
Just to feel me...
I know the love is gone, I don't care if you die
Niggers roll my way, and everything it was fine
When you lied... you committed the crimes.
He was with me every day I brought the cash out
..show them what that swag about!
A$AP that's what he yellin out
But any trouble he got, I tried to bail him out
We ain't the competition, we ain't have no beef
He's just a jealous mother fucker, don't want me to eat
I pray for your success, I'm cheering you on
But there's a nigger in your team that staring you wrong
You call yourself pretty, how you keep it real?
Forever getting robbed, how you keep it real?
You're just another fake nigger with a fucking pill
Always got your ass beat, call him...
I ain't a jealous one, it's the niggers hating
Perpetrating thoughts, the niggers is faking
Live your life, do whatever you want
But stop... Harlem, you lived in the Bronx...
You see, this industry is all about the fucking image
And that's what this is, a whole bunch of...
But this ain't... I'm just speaking facts
Sometimes you gotta thank the spine for having your back
You see, the lesson is to know who you're fucking with
And if your team don't feel me, then niggers suck your dick!
This is for my city, every boy and girl
And every real niggers all around the world.
Want to see.. live your best life...
..salute to my fans!
Thanks to zac for correcting these lyrics
