Keep It G

A couple hours, then I'll feel numb

And I buy myself pretty things

Pipe that shit up, TnT

Whenever I feel lonely

Trill got that juice, ****

Speaking of the past

I'm running out of

And I slept with someone new

Touch me better than you

Felt I saw him for a day or two

I'm running out of

Youngin told me that he really wanna go legit

Thought about it, then he went ahead, bought him a brick

Say you ain't ballin' till you got you a Benz

So I went and got me a Benz

I wonder where all my friends had went 'fore I was major

They was happy for me till a **** made it, that shit be crazy

You get money, then you become a target

This part the hardest, it seems I solved it

The top so lonely, the jackers is hungry

The bitches is heartbreakin', the family is phony

These **** so slimy when that paper involved

I hope they know I got enough money to kill 'em all

I'm locked in with the YGs and I'll send 'em all

Them young **** ready to bend your block and break it off

I make one call, and I love 'em for that

Know I gotta love 'em for that

But 'fore I make 'em crash, I'll show 'em how that money could stack

The rap game like the dope game

I can hear your cries, I can feel your pain

Young **** beat the pot till you ain't got to beat the pot no more, no more

I got a word from the trenches, we don't care

We got down here, you just get up there

Do your thing, we got your back

No matter what you do or where you at

Keep it gangsta

Yeah, mama

Keep it gangsta

They gon' find us, ****

Keep it gangsta

Keep it gangsta, keep it gangsta

He could bring out every single emotion

He hits all categories

Like, for real

Some folks don't even understand how dark and how lonely the world can get

Like some days

You can't compare Rod Wave to everybody else

You just be going through it, and

Man, you really makin' me think about shit, like

I put, I put his shit on and I know

I know, like, oh, you were feelin' like this

Keep it gangsta

The **** the streets love and hoes adore

It's

Keep it gangsta

**** bring every emotion out your body

They keep it gangsta, homie

It, it helps

It helps me get through it

Sitting in my spot, I overheard a story

This old **** was telling me how it went down

How the jackers around and how them **** runnin' wild

If you ask my opinion, them **** is clowns

Ran in a **** house and laid it all down

Threw his kids in the tub and duct taped 'em by the mouth

They even beat up his bitch, they beat up his lady

It's crazy what these **** do for this paper

Let that would've been my lady, my red baby

Two-fifty on a **** head, he could fuck around and die tonight

Spin his funeral and spin his candlelight, you fuckin' right, ****

Fuckin' right

The rap game like the dope game

I can hear your cries, I can feel your pain

Young **** beat the pot till you ain't got to beat the pot no more, no more

A word to the trenches, I don't care

I got up here, you just get down there

Do your thing, I got your back

No matter what you do or where you at

I'ma keep it gangsta