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letra de kept it real - spliffjit

[intro]
d-mn, d-mn
spliff, the real
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
d-mn, sh-t, d-mn, they know
i feel this sh-t right here
you dig what i’m sayin’? real pyrex sh-t

[verse]
i guess it’s best to keep it real
don’t think it’s in my best interest for me to feel
no sleepin’, i ain’t tryna get no rest and that’s for real
they creepin’ at they best, try not to flex and that’s for real
i’m up, jaw locking, you know ecstasy the pill
my lady say, “come home,” told her, “s-x can’t pay the bill”
my lady say, “come home,” told her, “s-x can’t make a mill'”
i spit this sh-t so real that this sh-t give me the chills
i’m steppin’ on they neck, i know they want for me to chill
it is what it is
n-gga, what it ain’t
i did what i did and i did what n-ggas can’t
i slid how i slid, give a f-ck what n-ggas think
i went and did a bid, then came back to get the bank
jumped in that water, i ain’t have to walk the plank
jumped in that water, i’m in jail eatin’ shank
i’m in that water, splashin’ gel in the sink
ain’t skinnin’ fish, but we got scale in the sink
so much motion, go on and pour you boys a drink
no emotion, i’ll leave a n-gga stink
no emotion, it be quick for me to crank
it be— (d-mn, uh)
boy, you ain’t got nothin’ to say, what the f-ck you rappin’ for?
you ain’t even made nothin’ today, what the f-ck you trappin’ for?
yeah, you went and bought a k, but what the f-ck you clappin’ for?
f-ckin’ with y’all type of n-ggas, sh-t just start to happen more
keep your business to yourself, they gon’ go to crabbin’ mode
that boy is a middleman, lately he be in cappin’ mode
if i move that sh-t too fast, i’m gon’ go to grabbin’ more
junkie, please don’t call my phone if it ain’t ’bout a half a ‘bow
i don’t feel the love with n-ggas, lately i been action mode
lately i been seein’ you n-ggas tryna bite my talent more
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout they hit that kitchen, but they havin’ though
n-ggas must forgot they wasn’t talkin’ to an average joe
you ain’t never hit a pot
you ain’t never took the pot
you ain’t have to go and get some more because you stripped the pot
you ain’t never hit the block
you ain’t never flipped a rock
you ain’t never had to get some more because you k!lled the block
i ain’t never hit the clock
i ain’t seen no tick and tock
all i ever did was whip the coke and watch it sit and lock
you ain’t want this sh-t to pop
know you want this sh-t to stop
know when i pull up in that— with my n-gga lock
[outro]
(d-mn, f-ck)
you know (sh-t ain’t ’bout bein’ real, it’s ’bout keepin’ it real, n-gga)
this some real pyrex sh-t
done did this sh-t again (sh-t gon’ go over a lot of you f-ck n-ggas’ heads)
yeah
spliffjit, the real

- spliffjit

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