Kept it Video (MV)

Yeah, 7Z
And you know this bitch hard
Listen
Young nigga, he a thousand, he the realest, I can't fake it

F*ck around with Betty Crocker in the kitchen, finna bake it
Seven grams in this wood, only right for me to face it
Finna grab some Q-Dona and hop back back into the spaceship
Too many bad bitches, I can't lie, this shit tempting

Left the set with dog shit, feel like Pops and he was limping
You tryna go and ball, go and grab you some equipment
I work hard for this shit, young and standing on his business
Rookie year, skinny nigga balling, feeling like I'm Wemby

We don't beef on the net, make him feel it up a 50
Million dollars worth of game, give this shit out like I'm Gillie
It was times that I was down, didn't think this shit was meant for me
Counting up at crack of dawn, give a f*ck about no sleep

I'm in my 20s, I'm progressing, I ain't even reached my peak
It's cold inside the D , this Glock a popper like some freaks
Watching unky wrist work, you gotta study that technique
Cuban links and FNs, more importantly, I get the Benjamins

Riding some shit in the back, where the engine is
Take my Carties off, then run up 10, then another 10, hit him in his head
He survived off Adrenaline
Flashin' all your fast cars, we still go back to the trenches

I ain't gon' lie, I play the guard, or really any other position
Shoot the tray like I'm Skilla , coach ain't have me on the benches
This life should keep going, I'm just trying to be the richest
Know this shit'll sell itself, that's why I appreciate the buyers

New strand, I'm blowing fire
I just made a lil' ten after I got up out the shower
I'm 75, f*ck the GPS, I'll be my own router
Feed the fam, it's in my hands, I'm just trying to make them prouder

Running through a 5, ball, while my nephew watching Chowder
Once the EP kick in, I put in leg work for some hours
The type of get it by myself, nigga, f*ck a voucher
Counting up my hands ashy, gotta finger lick the blues

We in the S550, baby, put this bitch in cruise
Face a seven grammer
When I get into my mood, my bitches come in twos
Lil' nigga, let him choose

Put that strap down, you don't gotta use your weapon
Let's see bout them hands, so we kno who really stepping
Nigga, just in case the Glock came with the Steph
I was feeling fake love, you pussy niggas could've kept it

Coulda kept it... lil n***a..