Kiid Scoob - Keep It Real lyrics

I'm Money driven I ain't chillen in the backseat I'm runnin' to that that money yeah, kinda like an athlete In a track meet Money talks so I need compensation just to have a conversation, ugh The flow wild you ain't stopping my shine 'Cause like a premature child, I'm ahead of my time, n***a So move over, I'm headed for the top I'm tryna get my bread up n***a never will I stop See me and my n***as ready to be steady getting gwaup So like machetes I will chop Any n***a for they spot And my rhymin' got me climbin' up this ladder dawg I swear I'm focused like a student on some adderall And n***as saying I'm a drop or fall But see I couldn't picture that at all even with a camera on Such foolishness, that's why you can't evolve We out here doing sh**, you mad cause you ain't involved 'Cause you full of sh**, on the sack like it's full of gifts But sh**, I'm no Santa Claus I'm just a hungry spitta tryna eat n***a I'm talking six figures in a week n***a That's a lot of bread, and I'm a get it all I ain't tripping I'm a man on a misson dawg' 'Cause if you are what you eat Then I must have the appetite of a chimp 'Cause n***a I'm the sh** Stackin' metaphors on metaphors I got them savage flows that tag toes Thats a graffiti pedicure Yeah, but through the flow I sell hope f** a c**a-cola boat I ain't tryna sell dope But I been up in the city where they blastin' the tecs Sellin' bags full of stress that's why they a** is depressed And you average at best Yo pitch is so whack And my average at bat would cause an asthma attack 'Cause I hit it out the park when I spazz on the track I got the pa**ion that matches some matches on wax 'Cause my flame stay burnin' The game stay turnin' And yo main gimme brain so you know i stay learnin' Yeah You n***as been laggin' While I'm in the stu droppin bombs when I'm labbin Call me Bin Laden And I been snappin' on these whack rappers Spreading trash to the ma**es this sh** is tragic My fashion be flashin' My b**h Stacey Dashin' They can't see me I got 'em grabbin they gla**es Yeah, for the record, facing these fakers is hectic But I've been patience as ever waiting to make an impression So don't mistake it for delaying, I'm just waiting a second Face it, I still lay it like I'm spraying a weapon It's like I'm bakin' with aprons, cause I'm makin' that cajun That's that hot sh**, you not it You fake it to make it You should face and embrace it And no way to debate it You haters wasting my patience dont make me lace up your faces Ive been up on my paper chase and I'm making that major cake So up on my paper chase that I'm eating on paper plates And while feastin' and eating cake, I'm going for seconds I've been broke for a minute so It's my time to reck it Check it, I'm going off like a metal detector When you tryna get through it with a neckless or weapon Ugh, check it, this is reckless aggression Use your wits call it quits when I jump on the record, n***a