Z-Ro, Rick Ross - Keep It Real lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Z-Ro, Rick Ross - Keep It Real lyrics]
I know you've been actin' weak since
You came in the door
But homie you ain't gotta be a hater no more
How can you live your life when
You know you are a ho?
I'm Dr real Phil, I'm here to help you let go
It ain't hard to keep it real
It ain't hard to keep it real
It ain't hard to keep it real
Matter of fact it's for free
And if it's anything less than real
That ain't for me
What's so hard about sayin' I did
Good if I did good?
Why you gotta find somethin' wrong?
Always complainin', just like a baby mama
Just hit the drank
Hit the smoke, player loosen up your thong
Stop actin' like a bitch
Even if you are a bitch cause that ain't cool
That's why the real people never
Kick it with you when you come around
That dank smoke I smoke don't
Even be tastin' great
So you've been a hater since day one
It still ain't too late to erase the hate
On Instagram, straight flexin'
Hatin' on everybody else's bitch
Can't even remember your password
That's how much you're on
Everybody else's shit
Ain't ever took a pee sittin' down
Ain't nothin' feminine about my manhood
Hit a high note but ain't
Nothin' soft about me, i wish your ass would
All I chase is money
You can keep them bitches vVS' glisten
All these Backwoods I be twistin'
Jealous of our status
You more pussy than a pageant
Gold in the marble Polo boxes in the palace
I be sippin' 'til I slur
Dippin' through the third
Codeine in my Wheaties
Smell the syrup in the air
Belaire, I prefer we fuck the
Strippers by the pair
If her pussy classic then she
Might just get a pair
No time for the hatin'
Against all my religions
Swangers when I'm skatin'
Up in Gatsby with two pistols
All these bitches at me
They know it's official
If I fuck her, never call
Her, then I might bag, ricky Rizzle
We the best like DJ Khaled but
It ain't no we mane, it's just me mane
Since 1997 been reppin' original SUC, mane
While y'all swallowin' hate I
Be swallowin' drank
So I always gotta go pee, mane
Fuck Mike Mack, but me and J cool
Gotta feed my people and feed me, mane
I've been frownin' all my life
Soon as I start smilin' y'all ain't like that
When I kick a freestyle, my haters like
"Yo the most hit it
Don't have to write that"
Memphis ice jacked
They gon' say they're fake
Cause my diamonds look like they're panickin'
Wanna know how I feel
These rappers ain't real
Just me and a whole lot of mannequins
I remember back in the day I
Had beef with DJ Michael Watts
Nowadays it's Swisha House, SUC
I eat with DJ Michael Watts
I don't wanna be in a rap group
I'd rather do me everybody so surely
I'm so glad that boy Lil Boosie is home
You came in the door
But homie you ain't gotta be a hater no more
How can you live your life when
You know you are a ho?
I'm Dr real Phil, I'm here to help you let go
It ain't hard to keep it real
It ain't hard to keep it real
It ain't hard to keep it real
Matter of fact it's for free
And if it's anything less than real
That ain't for me
What's so hard about sayin' I did
Good if I did good?
Why you gotta find somethin' wrong?
Always complainin', just like a baby mama
Just hit the drank
Hit the smoke, player loosen up your thong
Stop actin' like a bitch
Even if you are a bitch cause that ain't cool
That's why the real people never
Kick it with you when you come around
That dank smoke I smoke don't
Even be tastin' great
So you've been a hater since day one
It still ain't too late to erase the hate
On Instagram, straight flexin'
Hatin' on everybody else's bitch
Can't even remember your password
That's how much you're on
Everybody else's shit
Ain't ever took a pee sittin' down
Ain't nothin' feminine about my manhood
Hit a high note but ain't
Nothin' soft about me, i wish your ass would
All I chase is money
You can keep them bitches vVS' glisten
All these Backwoods I be twistin'
Jealous of our status
You more pussy than a pageant
Gold in the marble Polo boxes in the palace
I be sippin' 'til I slur
Dippin' through the third
Codeine in my Wheaties
Smell the syrup in the air
Belaire, I prefer we fuck the
Strippers by the pair
If her pussy classic then she
Might just get a pair
No time for the hatin'
Against all my religions
Swangers when I'm skatin'
Up in Gatsby with two pistols
All these bitches at me
They know it's official
If I fuck her, never call
Her, then I might bag, ricky Rizzle
We the best like DJ Khaled but
It ain't no we mane, it's just me mane
Since 1997 been reppin' original SUC, mane
While y'all swallowin' hate I
Be swallowin' drank
So I always gotta go pee, mane
Fuck Mike Mack, but me and J cool
Gotta feed my people and feed me, mane
I've been frownin' all my life
Soon as I start smilin' y'all ain't like that
When I kick a freestyle, my haters like
"Yo the most hit it
Don't have to write that"
Memphis ice jacked
They gon' say they're fake
Cause my diamonds look like they're panickin'
Wanna know how I feel
These rappers ain't real
Just me and a whole lot of mannequins
I remember back in the day I
Had beef with DJ Michael Watts
Nowadays it's Swisha House, SUC
I eat with DJ Michael Watts
I don't wanna be in a rap group
I'd rather do me everybody so surely
I'm so glad that boy Lil Boosie is home