Stop it 5, I don't need your five cents right now
All that real nigga talk, got y'all convinced somehow
He put his friends in the pen, now they pen they pals
Shit wack, you ain't even have to hack, that's foul
Seen it in that lil' nigga, I ain't had no wows
If you ain't got no foundation, you can't lay no tiles
You come home too quick, that's gon' raise some brows
Like, umm, what you put up in them people files?
I ain't sayin' put your gun away but run away
A bullet or a rat will take your son away
F*ck a cage bitch, I'm tryna run on stage
Bring a bad vibe, we gon' burn the stage
I do under the influence, never underage
God needed more real ones, gave me a son to raise
Blockin' out the eye contact with the stunna shades
Nah to the small talk, need hits out the ballpark
So every track fans like parents they watch the boy walk
We ain't jackin' no rats, that's how we give it up
Niggas goin' out bad, they be switchin' up
We don't got no time for that fake shit
Gotta cut the grass, better watch out for that snake shit
They drop dimes on us
They ain't valid in these streets
Wanna pin crimes on us
Til they screamin' out free me
Keep them secrets to myself, never say what I saw
Buj and Weez switch they whips and they ain't give me a call
Could care less about some gang shit, them niggas my dogs
Lack of communication, that's all
Yeah, zim me like Demi, when it come to money, need more
He too friendly, probably friends with the law, pissed off
Only agent nigga really tryna meet his rich Paul
Why you on my line nigga talkin' bout a stick for
Wanna play that game, I go jigsaw
They do all the chattin', that's not discord
If them kids outside, then you shouldn't slide
Come up with your brothers, then you should divide
From the concrete where I rose
Always keep it silent, what I chose
Never tellin', ain't no stories that I told
And I ain't sellin' so this soul can't be sold
We ain't jackin' no rats, that's how we give it up
Niggas goin' out bad, they be switchin' up
We don't got no time for that fake shit
Gotta cut the grass, better watch out for that snake shit
They drop dimes on us
They ain't valid in these streets
Wanna pin crimes on us
Til they screamin' out free me
It's M.R! - Keep It Solid (feat. Tim Vocals) Lyrics
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Stop it 5, I don't need your five cents right now
All that real nigga talk, got y'all convinced somehow
He put his friends in the pen, now they pen they pals
Shit wack, you ain't even have to hack, that's foul
Seen it in that lil' nigga, I ain't had no wows
If you ain't got no foundation, you can't lay no tiles
You come home too quick, that's gon' raise some brows
Like, umm, what you put up in them people files?
I ain't sayin' put your gun away but run away
A bullet or a rat will take your son away
F*ck a cage bitch, I'm tryna run on stage
Bring a bad vibe, we gon' burn the stage
I do under the influence, never underage
God needed more real ones, gave me a son to raise
Blockin' out the eye contact with the stunna shades
Nah to the small talk, need hits out the ballpark
So every track fans like parents they watch the boy walk
We ain't jackin' no rats, that's how we give it up
Niggas goin' out bad, they be switchin' up
We don't got no time for that fake shit
Gotta cut the grass, better watch out for that snake shit
They drop dimes on us
They ain't valid in these streets
Wanna pin crimes on us
Til they screamin' out free me
Keep them secrets to myself, never say what I saw
Buj and Weez switch they whips and they ain't give me a call
Could care less about some gang shit, them niggas my dogs
Lack of communication, that's all
Yeah, zim me like Demi, when it come to money, need more
He too friendly, probably friends with the law, pissed off
Only agent nigga really tryna meet his rich Paul
Why you on my line nigga talkin' bout a stick for
Wanna play that game, I go jigsaw
They do all the chattin', that's not discord
If them kids outside, then you shouldn't slide
Come up with your brothers, then you should divide
From the concrete where I rose
Always keep it silent, what I chose
Never tellin', ain't no stories that I told
And I ain't sellin' so this soul can't be sold
We ain't jackin' no rats, that's how we give it up
Niggas goin' out bad, they be switchin' up
We don't got no time for that fake shit
Gotta cut the grass, better watch out for that snake shit
They drop dimes on us
They ain't valid in these streets
Wanna pin crimes on us
Til they screamin' out free me
All that real nigga talk, got y'all convinced somehow
He put his friends in the pen, now they pen they pals
Shit wack, you ain't even have to hack, that's foul
Seen it in that lil' nigga, I ain't had no wows
If you ain't got no foundation, you can't lay no tiles
You come home too quick, that's gon' raise some brows
Like, umm, what you put up in them people files?
I ain't sayin' put your gun away but run away
A bullet or a rat will take your son away
F*ck a cage bitch, I'm tryna run on stage
Bring a bad vibe, we gon' burn the stage
I do under the influence, never underage
God needed more real ones, gave me a son to raise
Blockin' out the eye contact with the stunna shades
Nah to the small talk, need hits out the ballpark
So every track fans like parents they watch the boy walk
We ain't jackin' no rats, that's how we give it up
Niggas goin' out bad, they be switchin' up
We don't got no time for that fake shit
Gotta cut the grass, better watch out for that snake shit
They drop dimes on us
They ain't valid in these streets
Wanna pin crimes on us
Til they screamin' out free me
Keep them secrets to myself, never say what I saw
Buj and Weez switch they whips and they ain't give me a call
Could care less about some gang shit, them niggas my dogs
Lack of communication, that's all
Yeah, zim me like Demi, when it come to money, need more
He too friendly, probably friends with the law, pissed off
Only agent nigga really tryna meet his rich Paul
Why you on my line nigga talkin' bout a stick for
Wanna play that game, I go jigsaw
They do all the chattin', that's not discord
If them kids outside, then you shouldn't slide
Come up with your brothers, then you should divide
From the concrete where I rose
Always keep it silent, what I chose
Never tellin', ain't no stories that I told
And I ain't sellin' so this soul can't be sold
We ain't jackin' no rats, that's how we give it up
Niggas goin' out bad, they be switchin' up
We don't got no time for that fake shit
Gotta cut the grass, better watch out for that snake shit
They drop dimes on us
They ain't valid in these streets
Wanna pin crimes on us
Til they screamin' out free me
Writer: Nkruma Ajomagberin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid