Top Songs By KYLE
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ YB The Great
Performer
KYLE
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Harvey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deaf Heff
Producer
Snowbeach
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Aight look
Ever since I was thirteen
I've been surrounded by hurt dreams
And fake **** who threw shots
But none of that shit could hurt me
Police investigations, but the police couldn't chirp me
High school couldn't nerf me
The new boys couldn't jerk me
[Verse 2]
Hey, they here like everyday
Someone got something to say
They all NWAs
****, they getting no play
Not in my city, no way
Go outside, get some sun
Grab some shade, hydroplane
**** can't keep in they lane, it ain't no thang
My shit go biggity, biggity bang, yep
[Verse 3]
Bang, ****
KYLE doing my thing, ****
Young boy, he done upgrade from that Cavalier to that Range, ****
Best believe I'm that same ****
K-I-D, but don't play, ****
Your low-key like your paint, dude
All you look the same, ****
Dude, this is the shit I do
Spell it out for these dumb ****, haiku
Weak rappers like you are so bad for my mood
Y'all better watch your step
Asian kid test, I'll come and correct
Really there's no contest
Getting it right till there ain't shit left
[Verse 4]
Uh, well I keep it real and I don't think I'll ever change
I'll never lie if you can look me in the face
I swear to God that weak shit isn't in my veins
I'll never change
I keep it real, I keep it real my ****
I keep it real, I keep it real my ****
I keep it real, I keep it real my ****
I keep it real, that's how I feel my ****
Just keep it real
[Verse 5]
Aight look
Real **** since day one
So fuck you if you hate me
Been a working **** since day two
And a rich **** since day three
Learned this shit on my own, so
What the hell can you teach me?
Kyle Harvey's no clone, you
Couldn't see me with HD
[Verse 6]
With a telescope, with a microscope
**** in the dark with a lot of phones
I'm over rappers who smoke weed with white girls and get Emma Stone-d
I'm not saying they're weak, I'm just saying that they're not me
And if, like, I'm fucking great
I mean, like, what else could they be? You know?
They say that I sound like Drake, I don't
Your daughter thinks that I'm great, I know
Your motherfucking CD pack, it needs to come with a bar of soap
Honestly, your verses stink
That shit puts me straight to sleep
Even if I ain't have a nose, I could tell that your verses reek
It's filled with all this shit about spots you've never been
And about girls you'll never do
And about shit you never did, uh
And all these **** you killed
And all the cats that you've billed
Well all you **** aren't millionaires, so come on, let's be real
[Verse 7]
Uh, well I keep it real and I don't think I'll ever change
I'll never lie if you can look me in the face
I swear to God that weak shit isn't in my veins
I'll never change
I keep it real, I keep it real my ****
I keep it real, I keep it real my ****
I keep it real, I keep it real my ****
I keep it real, that's how I feel my ****
Just keep it real
[Verse 8]
Uh, well I keep it real and I don't think I'll ever change
I'll never lie if you can look me in the face
I swear to God that weak shit isn't in my veins
I'll never change
I keep it real, I keep it real my ****
I keep it real, I keep it real my ****
I keep it real, I keep it real my ****
I keep it real, that's how I feel my ****
Just keep it real
Written by: Diamanté Blackmon, Kyle Harvey