I Keep That

[Verse 1]

It's a few dudes wanna hit me 'til I die

Forced to walk around with the semi on my side

With a couple dum outs that'll empty if you try

In that all blue Charger with the hemi on the side

It's a few rappers that's quick to jones

I just turn their song off and think 'sticks and stones'

Click the chrome, don't pass that to me

Unless you're trynna make Joe the next Cassidy

I'mma addict, I don't cop one, I cop three

And females, I don't stop them, they stop me

And I don't go to parties for the music, the drink, or the dance

I go to watch them watch me

With no watch b, just my regular shit on

T-shirt, rubberband telling me 'LiveStrong'

R&B'd out, bumpin' Ideal 'Get Gone'

And Jersey gon' ride out whenever that shit's on

[Hook]

See I walk with a lean, got a mean diddy bop on me

Niggas know I keep a lil' bit of guap on me

I could buy this bar out but I'm not homie

Cause niggas know I keep a lil' bit of guap on me

I'mma call you right back, I got the cops on me

A black man with a lil' bit of guap on me

Stash box, I need something to pop on me

You know I keep that chopper and that guap on me

[Verse 2]

I'ma gambler

So I pull up in that CLS looking like a Carolina Panther

Philly Eagle on me to avoid the yank

Cops cuff my jackets like a New Orleans Saint

And the boys think something is sweet, I'm Lance Armstrong

Keep getting accused of something I beat

See me in the strip club looking for something to skeet

While watching you trynna wife something I beat

Just see how that guap get 'em, I got lots to give 'em

But not you, slide off boo, I'm not tippin'

I kept it real, told her 'I don't like how you're moving'

She gave me the finger, said 'I don't like your music'

I'm on my grind though I hate the action

And insomnia gave me a delayed reaction

I'm on a money hunt, can't take distractions

And these Os'll add up once I chase Manhattan

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

It's almost like I'm walking a tight wire

You can't con a con or lie to a liar

Look here, I'll fire

Just say what I feel like I'm Kanye live standing next to Mike Myers

Up like gas prices, might be on a private jet

While you at Exxon, give me 5 reg

You on some Jew shit, a little tight with your bread

I'll spend it all, cook another pie instead, ya heard!

[Hook]