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Young Bleed
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Young Bleed
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Yeah, my boy Young Bleed in here, see Logan here
And you know the Colonel MP is in here
Nigga we gone keep it real though
Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all
Can we keep it real out
Try not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga
Nigga it burns for those that rose before me that was faking the funk
Lo and behold, I come to get it, so I'm taking a chunk
Out to lunch for brunch, maggots gone munch in perpendicular
All the money man slaughter I write the shit in script for ya
How many motherfuckers must get dealt with?
Before somebody kicked on your door, and leave you helpless
Say you feeling my fear, feeling my vibe
At the same time, I bury my theory, clipping my drive
Tryna claim mine, ahn?
My nigga my nerd, look at the camera get the picture
I'm laughing at y'all for trying to ball with your mug on me
Moving a million motherfuckers strapping murder machine
I come clean as Benidine, so give me mine
Sipping grape wine, punishing pussy the genuine
Paralyzed to the format, still smoking blunts for days
In my mysterious ways, I got me paralyzed
Niggas ain't ready, but if it wasn't for the grace of God
They'd say you couldn't live life against the whole law
I know it's hard, but it's real though, I'm 'bout to peel out
Every time I touch somethin', what you feel?
Yo, nigga, give a fuck if you big
Nigga we gone keep it real though
Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all
Can we keep it real out
Try not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga
If Peter Piper pushed pounds, he'd put Claire Pooh out a box
Picked a pen and pad to make my broth, hey
Don't knock it, makin' legal paper in this rap game
Got the first shooter, baby, that door plant was still towing
Now I'm worse, can't break that curse
Y'all that suck'til I die comin' from the dirt
So watch out, young hustler, rise and shine
Like the ghetto mastermind
That I am why I do join all that line, got the nation hollin down
Young motherfucker ain't bullshit
Can't stand the heat, get out the kitchen
Before trigger fingers get to itchin'
Give me the wanting position to have ya twitchin'
Thinkin' damn how could I have missed it
Stop strippin' keep it real nigga
Nigga we gone keep it real though
Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all
Can we keep it real loud
Try not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga
Nigga we gone keep it real though
Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all
Can we keep it real out
Try not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga
I live my life of a youngster with money too many
Bitches paying halibagas and dubbins and tryna
Steal my soul, I mean suck me dry
For these 20-inch rims on my ghetto ride
I couldn't lose my life tryna keep my shoes
Sell my soul to the devil in the ghetto
Ain't no nigga gonna make it fake in the game
Too many blacks behind bars for fortune and fame
I live my life reading jailhouse letters
I'm working money orders, sending weed through sweaters
I seen momma's turned out by hustlers and killers
My last supper's probably gonna be with thieves and dealers
Nigga we gone keep it real though
Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all
Can we keep it real out
Trying not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga
Nigga we gone keep it real though
Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all
Can we keep it real out
Try not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga
Nigga we gone keep it real though
Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all
Can we keep it real out
Try not to spill no blood
If it's real show a nigga love, nigga, it will rock it big
The whole south to the east to the west to the middle
We gone keep it real low
Keep it real low
Writer(s): Craig Stephen Lawson, P. Miller, N. Perez, G. Clifton
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