The Game

The Game - Keepin It Real

rate me

I wanna talk to the World and tell em how I feel

How everytime I drop an album one of my n-ggas get killed

Make a n-gga wanna stop spittin’

Plus Interscope be bullshittin’ Scott Pippen

This is not livin’

Livin’ is when you working a 9-5

Liftin’ heavy ass boxes just to stay a-f-cking-live

N-gga aint got a car but he got drive

So he appreciate the rims sittin on his ride

The world going crazy, n-ggas going crazy

They say the Illuminati affiliated Jay-Z

I’m in this Mercedes seeing how L.A be

My life should be a movie shot by Martin Scorsese

Gun’s off safety n-ggas is Polamalu

The cops killed BIG and drove off in the Impala

And Pac did biz? just to get a couple dollars

F-ck rap, I shoulda took my black ass to college


I’m just tryna be real

I’m just keepin’ it real

I’m just tryna be real

I’m just keepin’ it real

I’m just keepin’ it real

I’m tryna see my kids through college before I gotta die

Still sayin’ R.I.P Aaliyah ‘fore I gotta fly

N-ggas running out of time

So they doing homocide

Gotta take the stand tell the judge and jury their alibi

And they all racist so they giving boys 25

Stand up be a man, and stare straight into his momma eyes

And she still traumatised, her baby boy shot up

Kissed him on the forehead right before he got up

You shot him in the forehead twice before he got up

All over a bitch, n-gga the devil wears Prada

Amber Rose wears nada

And thats how she should keep it

’cause you can go Tyra from wearing Victoria’s Secrets

They say there’s a secret society

To get notoriety from selling your soul to ‘em

N-gga you aint buying me

Only thing for sale is this Phantom

It’s Aftermath, thats why I rep the A like Atlanta


They say I look like Kanye or Wale in this Louie napsack

Rather be them than them dumb n-ggas f-cking with Kat Stacks

I smoke kush to get my mind right

I used to listen to Nas to get my rhymes tight

I used to sell them dimes and keep my 9 tight

But now I’m f-cking them dimes, but in hindsight

Almost turned on my family for the limelight

And I’mma go see God when the times right

They say the purly gates white but my President black

My money green, the sky blue and thats where heaven is at

I don’t carry a gat, but my n-ggas do

It’s like my jumper is off, I let my n-ggas shoot

and don’t none of my n-ggas do

Take the time to listen

I’ll tell you what my n-ggas do

Scream Suwoo while they dumping out of billy coupes?

But i’m just tryna be a good n-gga, master

and take this rap money and give this shit to the Pastor


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