Key!, Two-9, Retro Su$h! - Stayin’ True lyrics
[Key!, Two-9, Retro Su$h! - Stayin’ True lyrics]
I got the city in my heart
But Tokyo on my tats
Got yo bitch all on my phone
When I roll up I'm calling her back
It's go hard, or go home
I put on for my zone are we fucking or what?
Like come on, lady I'm grown
I say time is money darling
And all we know is balling
And the Murakami luggage in
The overhead compartment
Hennessy and weed, is all a nigga knows
And I put on for my team
So somebody tell these hoes
Yea, one time for the bitches
That strip for tuition
Livin' live fast, live a life worth livin
No red-lights, no stop-signs, no brake lights
Til I got mine, so I'm like lets get it
Yea, Yea I'm like lets get it
Came right back, we left for a minute
We ain't even trippin'
My gang over there and ain't
A damn thing different nigga!
Cause I'm stayin' true
(and they love us dog)
Them busters on me (no love at all)
They throwin shade (I rub it off)
They hatin' on me (I loved yall)
And I'm stayin' true to the Two-9 shit
That's the only damn thing that I do
Demons in my head but they never get through
Trying to be a legend by
The time that I'm through dog, I'm living
Sometimes feel like I'm the only one in it
But I'm far from finished
And now we winnin'
Put it on my Ralph Lauren linen
Bean got my? spinnin' and I'm rolling dog
It's a small world man and thats word to
Your girl that I fucked last night
Never cuff just to the right
Cause a bitch might distract
Everything in my sight
And I'm focused, if you know this
And CeeJ is the muthafucking coldest
This beat and this pen, me and Jace going in
And Roman already said that we zoning
Two-9 gang, we bang
Where Key! see over there
A S, two V's and C
So please tell Curt to pass that ammo bang
Ain't no disguises, we are pilots
We don't care what they do we stay true yea
But Tokyo on my tats
Got yo bitch all on my phone
When I roll up I'm calling her back
It's go hard, or go home
I put on for my zone are we fucking or what?
Like come on, lady I'm grown
I say time is money darling
And all we know is balling
And the Murakami luggage in
The overhead compartment
Hennessy and weed, is all a nigga knows
And I put on for my team
So somebody tell these hoes
Yea, one time for the bitches
That strip for tuition
Livin' live fast, live a life worth livin
No red-lights, no stop-signs, no brake lights
Til I got mine, so I'm like lets get it
Yea, Yea I'm like lets get it
Came right back, we left for a minute
We ain't even trippin'
My gang over there and ain't
A damn thing different nigga!
Cause I'm stayin' true
(and they love us dog)
Them busters on me (no love at all)
They throwin shade (I rub it off)
They hatin' on me (I loved yall)
And I'm stayin' true to the Two-9 shit
That's the only damn thing that I do
Demons in my head but they never get through
Trying to be a legend by
The time that I'm through dog, I'm living
Sometimes feel like I'm the only one in it
But I'm far from finished
And now we winnin'
Put it on my Ralph Lauren linen
Bean got my? spinnin' and I'm rolling dog
It's a small world man and thats word to
Your girl that I fucked last night
Never cuff just to the right
Cause a bitch might distract
Everything in my sight
And I'm focused, if you know this
And CeeJ is the muthafucking coldest
This beat and this pen, me and Jace going in
And Roman already said that we zoning
Two-9 gang, we bang
Where Key! see over there
A S, two V's and C
So please tell Curt to pass that ammo bang
Ain't no disguises, we are pilots
We don't care what they do we stay true yea