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Keep the Rest

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Keep the Rest was released on November 9, 2018 by 300 Entertainment as a part of the album Still My Moment

Song Details

AlbumStill My Moment

Release DateNovember 9, 2018

Label300 Entertainment

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM100

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Tee Grizzley

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jobina Satish Brown

Jobina Satish Brown

Songwriter

Martin McCurtis

Martin McCurtis

Songwriter

Terry Sanchez Wallace

Terry Sanchez Wallace

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Helluva

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

(Free the real, keep the rest, bitch)

[Verse 2]

This winning shit easy

All you gotta do is grind and pray (Amen)

If you ain't fuckin', find somebody else's time to waste

At the Rolls dealership like "Hmm, I'm just gon' cop the Wraith

Free my lil' bro, He was 'posed to got it, and got out the way (Damn bro)

****, we don't get no sleep, 'cause we be grindin' hard (Grindin')

Bring the game to it's knees, you know I'm tryin' hard (The rap game)

I believe in the Constitution (Yeah)

So you know I exercise my right to bear fire arms

And I don't owe a **** shit

Y'all could blow a **** dick

We got sticks in our bags

We shoot bags to the sticks

V called home from jail

It's 100 for a tenth

Mark come home in 2020, so I set aside an M (I got you)

You gonna hear a lot of shit about me

But I ain't clearin' up shit

You gon' believe what you believe

All my haters broke drug dealers or no name emcees

Or a bitch who ate my dick, and I left up in the suite (Bitch, stay there)

[Verse 3]

I don't take pictures with no guns, 'cause they not for show (Lord)

We ain't family, my **** stop calling me 'bro' (Who is you?)

You would hate to see my face if I was still broke (Come here)

Treat you like a stripper 'bout your jewelry

Take it off slow (Give it up)

Used to rob ****, I run up on 'em with 2 Glocks

Like "Run that, before you meet my favorite rapper, 2Pac" (Bow)

50 shots on it, so the Glizzy really a oo-wop

I got the dope, you got the money, we can do a swap (Swap it out)

[Verse 4]

I used to want a G-Shock, then the Patek came

Make sure your bitch was home at 12, it's a respect thing (Yeah)

Heard **** snatchin' chains, I ain't finna wrestle

Trip and get your stupid ass lit up like the Patek bezel

[Verse 5]

So much snow, I had to bag it with a shovel

I'm the reason they put metal detectors in DPS's

Loon said "If you get shot, you ain't gon' die if you don't panic" (Bow)

You ain't gon' die if you don't panic, hold up

That ho ain't cut me off

For you, boy, I demoted her

I ain't tryna get to know you

Ho, you know what's up

100 on my top, 'cause that 30 don't shoot long enough

If you ain't no private client, your account don't hold enough (Get it up)

Gang 'til the world go up in flames, I ain't switchin'

Presidential, ain't no tickin'

[Verse 6]

Chopper bust you down like our wrists

Doc got the 40, and I got the big 4 nickel

Don't make us separate your body from your spirit (Aye)

This money ain't stop a **** from being vicious

Alcohol on the shells, no DNA or no witness (Clean it up!)

Grind hard, 'cause I still remember them evictions

I owe granny some plates

I used to chop up on her dishes (Chop up dimes)

Heavy checks, still trappin', call it 'rich hustlin' (Call it 'rich hustlin')

Tell these **** go on ahead with all that dick suckin' (Boy, you a dick sucker)

Heavy checks, still trappin', call it 'rich hustlin'

All north **** gave y'all 'cause y'all be dick suckin'

[Verse 7]

I gotta rep for baby mama playin' in my dreads (Let's get it)

Money off the music, still playin' with the meds (What else?)

Had to slow up on the 10, can't play with the feds (What?)

I ain't trippin' on that shit, we ran up the bands

Real ****, so I'm cool with my ex bitch (Ex bitch)

Stay fresh, Keep some bands, I'm from the West, bitch (Joy Road, bitch!)

We hit the club and make a mess, bitch (Fuck it up)

Like free the real, keep the rest bitch

[Verse 8]

Free the guys, man

You know we gon' hold this shit down

By the time you look up

That shit's gon' be over with

Then it's back to ballin'

Come pick you boys up in that Benz truck or somethin'

Written by: Martin Rafeal Mc Curtis, Terry Sanchez Wallace, Jobina Satish Brown

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