Chop 100 - Keep It Real

Imma keep it real, One double O
Don't tell me how you feel 'cause I don't wanna know
I just popped another pill, double dose
Imma user not a dealer and that's for the judge
Y'all lil niggas bitches and that's on my soul
Down to shoot a pistol but won't throw the Bo's
I can't take defeat if we go toe to toe
I can't let you leave because you know the most
You can't be out here acting like you're really off the chain
I got a bitch that give me brain and think I rap like Wayne
I been the shit since Alize, I show you passionate pain
These niggas bitches like bachelorettes throw him a cabaret
I catch a dub without breaking a sweat like we ain't even have a game
I showed you love, now I regret the shit its sad to say
Yea, I'm staying afloat but I'm a castaway
Yea I did some bogus shit, but back in the day
You can catch these hands like pattycake, that's in collaboration
Cut some people off like amputation, no exaggeration
Chop 100 or Young Laceration, Imma bandage baby
Born back in the Ninety's, act like it was the Eighty's, OG's raised me
Niggas cap off top like graduation, that's that fabrication
Take the roof off ain't no Santa slay that bitch decapitated
Saiyan super shit like anime, Kameha Meha Meha
Laying with my bitch, playing with her like lets have a baby
Get writers block when I read passed the pages
I might've stopped by, check the navigation
Like me or not, love me or hate me, Imma be me until I can't be
Imma be me until I can't be, Imma be me until I can't be
I rest in peace, but still I can't sleep
Fuck the police, bitch I can't breathe
Yea, foot on they neck won't let up
Took on the best and left them, feeling like I'm better Yea uh
What would you do for that cheddar? These niggas master splinter
I had to get back to business, now you can't stab me in it
Let it breathe my asthma kicked in
I believe y'all sacrilegious, Imma need y'all to actually listen
Yea, I be feeling so sacrificial, how you good with bad intentions
Good grades with bad attendance
I just call it like I see it, They wish I ain't have the vision
In the basement smashing crickets, In the shower like rags to riches
Every hour got sixty minutes, If I said that shit I minute
If she spread her legs I minute, Every day I ain't dead I'm living
You done made your bed now get in it, go to sleep
Break your leg with the drake, wheelchair jimmy, roll with me
Taking LSD with my babe, It feel different, roll in peace yea
Jumping on a plane, when we land I'm still lifted
Throwing up a K Imma Kreature, how can you ball from the bleachers
I had to learn from the streets sir, I couldn't learn from the teachers
I had to show them and teach them
I had to know what it was to show what it was, my nigga believe me
Y'all lil niggas bitches and that's on my soul
Down to shoot a pistol but won't throw the Bo's
Talking One on One's

Written by:
Robert Parker

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