Tay Beatz - Keep It Real lyrics

[Hook] Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high In the trap with the Hit Squad k**ers Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high In the trap with the Hit Squad k**ers Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as [Verse 1] Waka Flocka and Rick Ross, boy, we so trill DJ Khaled, motherf**er, I'm so hood Me and Ace Hood trapping, selling good Robbery thoughts, man, I wish a n***a would Me and Trick Daddy riding, swerving in a donk Blowing loud, kush stinking like a f**ing skunk Me and Papa Duck parking lot flexing Rolling off them beans, boy, we high like George Jetson Need a bad b**h, so I paged Trina A hoe with a** like Jacki-O, tell me, have you seen her? I got money, I got cash f** with Plies, n***a, that's your a** Brick Squad clique, we about that cash f** with Gucci Mane, that's your a** [Hook] Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high In the trap with the Hit Squad k**ers Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high In the trap with the Hit Squad k**ers Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as [Verse 2] What's up, Murda Mook? What's up, Uncle Murda? What's up, Maino? Ain't no place I can't go G-Unit indo, yes, I'm blowing 50 packs Lloyd Banks and Yayo, y'all know y'all my kin folk Catch me in BX, f**ing with Terror Squad Or better yet, in Harlem World f**ing with Dipset You don't want your clique wet, so please, no disrespect All I know is grip the Tec, so please, no disrespect Q-U-E-E-N-S, North Jamaica, Queens, back down to Baisley Projects Or Westside Merrick, f**ing with the Towers Red rain drops on you motherf**ing cowards Family so f**ing real, yes, I'm down to f**ing k** I'm about the dollar bill, trying to see a hundred mill [Hook] Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high In the trap with the Hit Squad k**ers Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts till I die Boy, the trap on fire, puff the J, gon' get high In the trap with the Hit Squad k**ers Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as