Kei$tackz - Real (J BLVNT x Kei$tackz)

(Uh, Uh, Uh)
(BLVNT, Aye, YEE)
Real words when I write like this
Real light when I shine like this
Real nigga, and I'm fly like shit
Real chill, yeah, I'm iced like shit
My heart got cold then I switched
I wasn't shit, I couldn't wife my bitch
Bet you don't want smoke with my clique
That's 2 jays, like I'm Ice Fish
And my skin made of black and my heart made of gold
Homie, you got me bent if you think Ima fold
Trust me I know, you gon reap what you sow
I done seen so much shit or that's me getting old
Everyone preaching Omerta the code
But they gossip like bitches to speak to the hoes
Or I don't know, but you call that your bro
But forget it, I guess we'll just go with the flow
Now when I'm up I can't look back like Sodom
I tell 'em I solemnly stay on a roll
Niggas got problems, revolvers to solve em
But in the end they tryna get to the dough
The love of money's the root of all evil
And some niggas either a villain or broke
Niggas like me get it but I don't love it
And once I retrieve it I split with my folks
Cause it get realer than real
(And yeah I been with it for real and currently, I'm with it still)
I'm realer than real
(Ain't nothing to lose if I'm killed except for the stress and my deal)
I'm really for real
(Promises don't get fulfilled unless it's for death or some bills)
Jesus gon have to come and take the wheel, 'fore I spin the bin in this automobile
Niggas say that they real when they know that they not
My foot on the gas like I'm racing the clock
Driving too fast, now I'm racing the cops
Put the beam on the glick now he racing the dot
I'm erasing my ops
I'm never folding
I'm hitting my target, no time to reload it
Nicknamed his head "ISIS" the way it exploded
You wanna act up, got it, noted
Can't fuck with the bitch if she wanna act bogus
The fakes in the way so it get too hard to focus
They gon see when I part his ass, something like Moses
That I don't like dealing with nothing atrocious
I am in motion
I cannot cease for a second
Do not bring the past to the present
And if I feel threatened
The surprise you gon' get is unpleasant
I show no mercy to peasants
I'm young and I'm reckless
I don't think that imma change
German engineering switching lanes
And this ain't no bucket
Imma up it, finger-fuck it
Said hey to the bitch, now she blushing
She want some mcLovin
You need move
You outta of step, nigga you outta groove
I do not approve
I got a shooter on the roof
If I give him the word, he gon' shoot
Cause it get realer than real
(And yeah I been with it for real and currently, I'm with it still)
I'm realer than real
(Ain't nothing to lose if I'm killed except for the stress and my deal)
I'm really for real
(Promises don't get fulfilled unless it's for death or some bills)
Jesus gon have to come and take the wheel, 'fore I spin the bin in this automobile

Written by:
Judah Makell, Keilo Savoy Jr

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