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Keep It Real Lyrics by French Montana French Montana , Harry Fraud, EST Gee
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Shorty keep it real, it's better than bein' perfect
I pull up in the foreign and my shooter's in suburbans
Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playin' hockey
They done dragged me through the mud but them boys couldn't stop me
Slidin' through your hood with my Haan
You know the vibe you know the vibe
I be slidin' through your hood with my Haan
You know the vibe you know the vibe
I'm a shooter in my city like KD
Walkin' through the field like I'm AB
It's not the palace, it's the pit
Walkin' through your hood with my stick
Get it from the mud, dirt cheap
Had the block clickin' like Adele first week
Fifty mill' strong if you're talkin' ten year challenge
Money, bitches, power, hunnid, fifties, and thousands
Cruisin' with the Uzi like I'm JT
If you see me with my beanie like a steak peek
Them Coke Wave boys put the pain in it
Max got still for five, Chinx put the yay' in it, haan
Shorty keep it real, it's better than bein' perfect
I pull up in a foreign and my shooter's in suburbans
Icy with a stick on me like I'm playin' hockey
They done dragged me through the mud but them boys couldn't stop me
Slidin' through your hood with my Haan
You know the vibe you know the vibe
I be slidin' through your hood with my Haan
You know the vibe you know the vibe
I be in the Lamb' Trill' buy a Lamb'
Switched to a brick, I ain't never did a scam
Knee-deep in ten, knee-deep in my beef
We was hoppin' out of vans tryna stand over your mans
With a big fire, sell meant fail
Case it 'cause I can, nigga, who gon' stop me?
Big old choppy, moppy, clean his oxy
Impatient, God to gangstas, I point my off-free
Niggas close on my foes, could've knee-dot
I ain't trippin', it's fuck 'em dead, 'cause it was fuck the label
I ain't tryna go like Biggie, they trail me with fifties
Every city, hop out with my Blicky, trigger finger itchy
Shorty keep it real, it's better than bein' perfect
I pull up in the foreign and my shooter's in suburbans
Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playin' hockey
They done dragged me through the mud but them boys couldn't stop me
Slidin' through your hood with my Haan
You know the vibe you know the vibe
I be slidin' through your hood with my Haan
You know the vibe you know the vibe
Haan, shorty keep it real, it's better than bein' perfect
I pull up in the foreign and my shooter's in suburbans
Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playin' hockey
Watch how you talkin', all the boys get cocky
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