Salaam Remi, Joell Ortiz - Keep'n On lyrics
[Salaam Remi, Joell Ortiz - Keep'n On lyrics]
Ayy, yo, Joell
Let them know what's really goin' on
Yeah, yeah, check, uh
I been nice since twenty-five cent Icees
On the low everybody wish they
Rhymed just like me
Before I got engaged, I had like five
Six wifeys an apartment in the cut where
They would ride dick nicely
I'd send 'em to the Chinese
To buy shit nightly
Tell 'em extra hot sauce 'cause
I liked my shit spicy
Fast forward to these wings on my i8
And I just left China, had a show on July 8th
That's life full circle
My whole team eat, I got a tight, full circle
The type who'll hurt you but don't look scary
Too near me? The hooks vary
You clearly won't see it coming
Phones out, the world see you running
But beef corny, I done went vegan
Enjoying this green, eating
I sweep my street, no more street sweeping
But every now and then
I give these beats beatings
Just to remind you that Joell
Ortiz gon' keep keepin' on
Yeah, yeah, keepin' on yeah, yeah, uh, check
I played the benches in the trenches
Where hustle man would sell you
Anything under his trenches
One time he sold us wrenches
We opened up the pump and
Tried to drench this one nigga
He spun around and fired at us senseless
We hopping over fences
Son got grazed in his neck
Try to wet the wrong nigga, get wet
I learned respect that day
'80s baby, used to hate the Bradys
My father figure was some hardheaded nigga
That used to sell 380's
Four and better on the dice
Plastic cup with ice
I got a dub, I beat the deuce twice
Your arm too light
Random, I'll never win a food fight
I can't throw grub
I went to bed hungry a few nights
That's true life
Most the shit I do writes 'bout
Things that I ain't do right
I glorify some shit that I regret
And that's what you like
But all of it ain't your fault
Sometimes it's therapeutic
And talking 'bout the stupid shit I did
Be sounding stupid over rough music
Timbs look harder once you add
A couple scuffs to it
Dirty some shit, I'm always up to it
I 'member when subs and tweeters
Used to knock trunks and six to eight C or D
Batteries made your box bump
Keepin' on uh
I walk up in the mall like, yo
I can shop all night
But, I'll just take this
Yankee hat from Lids, pair of raw Nikes
Maybe them number 4 Mikes
I cruise through the avenues where
Booze turn feuds into murder
Your rep is everything
Can't be the dude we never heard of
'Cause bitches don't fuck them niggas
They don't scrape they knees on project
Roofs just to suck them niggas
I crumbled drug money but ironed my outfit's
Never pleaded fifths
Was first to pull out fifths
A fifth of Henny and some good marijuana
Had me feeling extra good while I
Pushed Tijuana through the hood
Used to yearn for a whip with a sunroof
Just bought my kids a crib
Put skylights in my son roof
A lot of stories
But they all lead to one truth
Talk your shit, but yo, nobody is gun proof
Mattress on the floor
I used to lay out and stretch
Tissue top of the cassette
'bout to tape this new Stretch
Things ringing outside
I hope my niggas ain't stretched god bless
Keepin' on
Let them know what's really goin' on
Yeah, yeah, check, uh
I been nice since twenty-five cent Icees
On the low everybody wish they
Rhymed just like me
Before I got engaged, I had like five
Six wifeys an apartment in the cut where
They would ride dick nicely
I'd send 'em to the Chinese
To buy shit nightly
Tell 'em extra hot sauce 'cause
I liked my shit spicy
Fast forward to these wings on my i8
And I just left China, had a show on July 8th
That's life full circle
My whole team eat, I got a tight, full circle
The type who'll hurt you but don't look scary
Too near me? The hooks vary
You clearly won't see it coming
Phones out, the world see you running
But beef corny, I done went vegan
Enjoying this green, eating
I sweep my street, no more street sweeping
But every now and then
I give these beats beatings
Just to remind you that Joell
Ortiz gon' keep keepin' on
Yeah, yeah, keepin' on yeah, yeah, uh, check
I played the benches in the trenches
Where hustle man would sell you
Anything under his trenches
One time he sold us wrenches
We opened up the pump and
Tried to drench this one nigga
He spun around and fired at us senseless
We hopping over fences
Son got grazed in his neck
Try to wet the wrong nigga, get wet
I learned respect that day
'80s baby, used to hate the Bradys
My father figure was some hardheaded nigga
That used to sell 380's
Four and better on the dice
Plastic cup with ice
I got a dub, I beat the deuce twice
Your arm too light
Random, I'll never win a food fight
I can't throw grub
I went to bed hungry a few nights
That's true life
Most the shit I do writes 'bout
Things that I ain't do right
I glorify some shit that I regret
And that's what you like
But all of it ain't your fault
Sometimes it's therapeutic
And talking 'bout the stupid shit I did
Be sounding stupid over rough music
Timbs look harder once you add
A couple scuffs to it
Dirty some shit, I'm always up to it
I 'member when subs and tweeters
Used to knock trunks and six to eight C or D
Batteries made your box bump
Keepin' on uh
I walk up in the mall like, yo
I can shop all night
But, I'll just take this
Yankee hat from Lids, pair of raw Nikes
Maybe them number 4 Mikes
I cruise through the avenues where
Booze turn feuds into murder
Your rep is everything
Can't be the dude we never heard of
'Cause bitches don't fuck them niggas
They don't scrape they knees on project
Roofs just to suck them niggas
I crumbled drug money but ironed my outfit's
Never pleaded fifths
Was first to pull out fifths
A fifth of Henny and some good marijuana
Had me feeling extra good while I
Pushed Tijuana through the hood
Used to yearn for a whip with a sunroof
Just bought my kids a crib
Put skylights in my son roof
A lot of stories
But they all lead to one truth
Talk your shit, but yo, nobody is gun proof
Mattress on the floor
I used to lay out and stretch
Tissue top of the cassette
'bout to tape this new Stretch
Things ringing outside
I hope my niggas ain't stretched god bless
Keepin' on