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Keep It True Video (MV)




Performed By: Tback
Featuring: Benny
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Blake Marshall




Tback - Keep It True Lyrics




[ Featuring Benny ]

I been sitting in the studio
Just tryna get to you, but I ain't coming out till every dollar blue
Keep it true, don't gotta fake shit, I don't gotta take shit
I got my own, I made my lane switch, got it out the pavement
I'm in my zone, matter fact I'm in my bag, and that's for a fact
I don't gotta brag, I always liked stats, just check the sheets
You see me on top cuz you know Im elite
I'm moving discreet don't start watching my feet
I been on track like I ran me a meet, got me up 4 grab the broom for the sweep
Drop her the pin and she suck on my meat
Yea

Life is a game so roll the dice, big diamonds I got ice
Chicken steak cut in my rice, never switched up my side
Doubled knotted I'm so tied, 2 door coupe you can not slide
I be out I do not hide, I kept it true I never lied

Gucci mane bags, I ain't worried bout a price
Put my diamonds in a bowl and shake the glass it look like rice
Roll out the red carpet, I was hard headed
I learned my lesson now my head harder
Im dripping Gucci this ain't Saks Fifth
I run a bag up like its practice
Never in a drought I keep a whole cactus
It smells like cat piss
It got me higher than a crane
Dripping with the rain
Money in my pocket look like I'm hacking the bank
Counting up some franks call me Benny Benny
Big Racks
I got pretty pennies
Pure Yak, we been pouring henny
Jet Lag souring through the city

Life is a game so roll the dice, big diamonds I got ice
Chicken steak cut in my rice, never switched up my side
Doubled knotted I'm so tied, 2 door coupe you can not slide
I be out I do not hide, I kept it true I never lied

And she never lie to me, She special its rare that
I give apologies
Put my wrist in the bowl whip it like its pottery
I bet my mama proud of me

Ran them racks up, Its a mystery
Back on track, making tracks
Bout to make history
Never lack, keep a pack
Y'all n****** lame to me
Never cap, that's a fact
Y'all ain't the same as me
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I been sitting in the studio
Just tryna get to you, but I ain't coming out till every dollar blue
Keep it true, don't gotta fake shit, I don't gotta take shit
I got my own, I made my lane switch, got it out the pavement
I'm in my zone, matter fact I'm in my bag, and that's for a fact
I don't gotta brag, I always liked stats, just check the sheets
You see me on top cuz you know Im elite
I'm moving discreet don't start watching my feet
I been on track like I ran me a meet, got me up 4 grab the broom for the sweep
Drop her the pin and she suck on my meat
Yea

Life is a game so roll the dice, big diamonds I got ice
Chicken steak cut in my rice, never switched up my side
Doubled knotted I'm so tied, 2 door coupe you can not slide
I be out I do not hide, I kept it true I never lied

Gucci mane bags, I ain't worried bout a price
Put my diamonds in a bowl and shake the glass it look like rice
Roll out the red carpet, I was hard headed
I learned my lesson now my head harder
Im dripping Gucci this ain't Saks Fifth
I run a bag up like its practice
Never in a drought I keep a whole cactus
It smells like cat piss
It got me higher than a crane
Dripping with the rain
Money in my pocket look like I'm hacking the bank
Counting up some franks call me Benny Benny
Big Racks
I got pretty pennies
Pure Yak, we been pouring henny
Jet Lag souring through the city

Life is a game so roll the dice, big diamonds I got ice
Chicken steak cut in my rice, never switched up my side
Doubled knotted I'm so tied, 2 door coupe you can not slide
I be out I do not hide, I kept it true I never lied

And she never lie to me, She special its rare that
I give apologies
Put my wrist in the bowl whip it like its pottery
I bet my mama proud of me

Ran them racks up, Its a mystery
Back on track, making tracks
Bout to make history
Never lack, keep a pack
Y'all n****** lame to me
Never cap, that's a fact
Y'all ain't the same as me
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Writer: Blake Marshall
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