The Game - Keepin' It Real lyrics
[The Game - Keepin' It Real lyrics]
Tell em how I feel
How everytime I drop an album one
Of my niggas get killed
Make a nigga 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-fucking-live
Nigga ain't got a car but he got drive
So he appreciate the rims sittin on his ride
The world going crazy, niggas 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 niggas is Polamalu
The cops killed BIG and drove
Off in the Impala
And Pac did biz? just to get a couple dollars
Fuck 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
Niggas 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, nigga the devil wears Prada
Amber Rose wears nada
And that's 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
Nigga you ain't buying me
Only thing for sale is this Phantom
It's Aftermath
That's 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
Niggas fucking 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 fucking 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 that's where heaven is at
I don't carry a gat, but my niggas do
It's like my jumper is off
I let my niggas shoot
And don't none of my niggas do
Take the time to listen
I'll tell you what my niggas do
Scream Suwoo while they dumping
Out of Bentley coupes?
But I'm just tryna be a good nigga, master
And take this rap money and give
This shit to the Pastor