"Keep Going" lyrics
(You gotta make people believe they can fuckin' fly)
They hate to see you poppin', don't trip 'bout that, keep goin'
On the 'net all day, actin' like he smackin' shit, niggas ain't outside scorin'
I spent a whole lot of money on nothin' and ran this shit right back up (Treci in the building)
But a lot of these rap niggas really been played with, say what you want, I ain't never been touched, yeah, yeah
Can't keep this shit out the murder, beefin' with me ain't worth it, yeah, yeah
A deuce of that Trish and a couple of thirties, shit, I'll be perfect, yeah, yeah
A whole lot of dead guys on they side and they still ain't tap no skin
I want drugs, don't want no friends, she want my love, but can't get in
When I was broke, I was slimin' shit often, opps stay on deep, but they never on offense
Get straight smoke, I ain't tryna do talkin', know prank-ass niggas be flodgin'
Ayy, know cap-ass niggas ain't 'bout shit, thirty-five hundred, spent that on an outfit
Run up that money until I'm dead, countin' the candy like, "Nah, I cannot quit"
Yeah, yeah, put down the Percs three weeks ago, I ain't been sleep in a month
Yeah, yeah, me and bro was the kids in school where the teacher moved up to the front
She like, "What's that smell?" That's Runtz, I get high as hell, can't stunt
Bankroll full of all blue hundreds, big bank take lil' bank, that nothin'
Yeah, yeah, don't come 'round think shit jolly, that's how you get bucked
Yeah, yeah, don't come 'round with your bitch, that's how shit get fucked
Yeah, they got me stuck in the house, yeah, I'm supposed to be livin' it up
Yeah, where the fuck they be at when you down? Nobody really show love
When I was broke, I was slimin' shit often, opps stay on deep, but they never on offense
Get straight smoke, I ain't tryna do talkin', know prank-ass niggas be flodgin'
Ayy, know cap-ass niggas ain't 'bout shit, thirty-five hundred, spent that on an outfit
Run up that money until I'm dead, countin' the candy like, "Nah, I cannot quit"
They hate to see you poppin', don't trip 'bout that, keep goin'
On the 'net all day, actin' like he smackin' shit, niggas ain't outside scorin'
I spent a whole lot of money on nothin' and ran this shit right back up
But a lot of these rap niggas really been played with
Say what you want, I ain't never been touched, yeah, yeah
Can't keep this shit out the murder, beefin' with me ain't worth it, yeah, yeah
A deuce of that Trish and a couple of thirties, shit, I'll be perfect, yeah, yeah
A whole lot of dead guys on they side and they still ain't tap no skin
I want drugs, don't want no friends, she want my love, but can't get in
They hate to see you poppin', don't trip 'bout that, keep goin'
On the 'net all day, actin' like he smackin' shit, niggas ain't outside scorin'
I spent a whole lot of money on nothin' and ran this shit right back up (Treci in the building)
But a lot of these rap niggas really been played with, say what you want, I ain't never been touched, yeah, yeah
Can't keep this shit out the murder, beefin' with me ain't worth it, yeah, yeah
A deuce of that Trish and a couple of thirties, shit, I'll be perfect, yeah, yeah
A whole lot of dead guys on they side and they still ain't tap no skin
I want drugs, don't want no friends, she want my love, but can't get in
When I was broke, I was slimin' shit often, opps stay on deep, but they never on offense
Get straight smoke, I ain't tryna do talkin', know prank-ass niggas be flodgin'
Ayy, know cap-ass niggas ain't 'bout shit, thirty-five hundred, spent that on an outfit
Run up that money until I'm dead, countin' the candy like, "Nah, I cannot quit"
Yeah, yeah, put down the Percs three weeks ago, I ain't been sleep in a month
Yeah, yeah, me and bro was the kids in school where the teacher moved up to the front
She like, "What's that smell?" That's Runtz, I get high as hell, can't stunt
Bankroll full of all blue hundreds, big bank take lil' bank, that nothin'
Yeah, yeah, don't come 'round think shit jolly, that's how you get bucked
Yeah, yeah, don't come 'round with your bitch, that's how shit get fucked
Yeah, they got me stuck in the house, yeah, I'm supposed to be livin' it up
Yeah, where the fuck they be at when you down? Nobody really show love
When I was broke, I was slimin' shit often, opps stay on deep, but they never on offense
Get straight smoke, I ain't tryna do talkin', know prank-ass niggas be flodgin'
Ayy, know cap-ass niggas ain't 'bout shit, thirty-five hundred, spent that on an outfit
Run up that money until I'm dead, countin' the candy like, "Nah, I cannot quit"
They hate to see you poppin', don't trip 'bout that, keep goin'
On the 'net all day, actin' like he smackin' shit, niggas ain't outside scorin'
I spent a whole lot of money on nothin' and ran this shit right back up
But a lot of these rap niggas really been played with
Say what you want, I ain't never been touched, yeah, yeah
Can't keep this shit out the murder, beefin' with me ain't worth it, yeah, yeah
A deuce of that Trish and a couple of thirties, shit, I'll be perfect, yeah, yeah
A whole lot of dead guys on they side and they still ain't tap no skin
I want drugs, don't want no friends, she want my love, but can't get in
