Keep Going Video (MV)

Keep your head high, never look back, lil bro, you gotta keep goin
Spent plenty nights just crying in my bed instead of snorin
Had plenty dreams of YND, know poppin' shit and tourin
I quit my job, can't work me, nigga, I swear this shit too borin
I lost my dawg, I'm hurt inside, don't ask what's in my cup
Ran out of Sprite, Ima pour this Wocky in this seven-up
Know niggas hatin, gotta keep that semi auto tucked
I'm the type to say I'ma drop the beef, then pop up out that cut
Poppin' Percocets and Adderalls, I don't want that shit no more
And rule number one, never up your gun if you crashin' bout a hoe
And rule number two, if they play with you, better leave they ass on the floor
And rule number three, gotta keep some hitters, that's always trained to go
If you steppin' nigga, stomp on shit and make they family hurt
I'ma find lil bro, and put his ass in the back of the blacked out hearse
You said you f*cked that bitch like you the shit, I hit her first
I'm runnin' low on drugs, I need a hug, I need a nurse
They said that they put paws on me, I swear them niggas cappin
And I can't lie, they ran up on me one time, I was lackin
They never post the video, they don't want you to know what happened
Cause they ain't know Lil five was on that shit, he with that action
Any nigga I done fell out with, I swear I want him gone
I got a momma and a sister, I won't send shots through your home
But if I catch him out in public, I'ma bust that nigga dome
And I think I'm gettin' closer, I can feel it in my bone
And rule number four, protect the ones you love and hold them tight
Wipe momma tears, look her in the face and say it's gon' be aight
Your back against the wall, this ain't the end, you gotta fight
I'm mad as a bitch, that God had to call my partner to the light
But I never question his judgment, I'm not nothin' without God
No weapon formed against me shall ever prosper, that's on God
And I know he my protector, I still walk around with rod
When I mention him in music, everybody think it's odd
Keep your head high, never look back, lil bro, you gotta keep goin
Spent plenty nights just crying in my bed instead of snorin
Had plenty dreams of YND, know poppin' shit and tourin
I quit my job, can't work me, nigga, I swear this shit too borin
I lost my dawg, I'm hurt inside, don't ask what's in my cup
Ran out of Sprite, Ima pour this Wocky in this seven-up
Know niggas hatin, gotta keep that semi auto tucked
I'm the type to say I'ma drop the beef, then pop up out that cut