Keep It G - Rod Wave
Composed by：Rodarius Green
Produced by：TnTXD/TrillGotJuice/Londn Blue
A couple hours then I'll feel numb
And I buy myself pretty things pipe that **** up tnt
Whenever I feel lonely
Trill got that juice
Speaking of the past
I'm running out of
And I slept with someone else
Touch me better than you
Felt I saw him for a day or two I'm
Running out of
Youngin told me that he really wanna go legit
Thought about it then he went ahead bought him a brick
Say you ain't ballin' 'til you got you a benz
So I went and got me a benz
I wonder where all my friends had went 'fore I was major
They was happy for me 'til a made it that **** be crazy
You get money then you become a target
This part the hardest it seems I solved it
The top so lonely the jackers is hungry
The ******* is heartbreakin' the family is phony
These so slimy when that paper involved
I hope they know I got enough money to kill 'em all
I'm locked in with the ygs and I'll send 'em all
Them young ready to bend your block and break it off
I make one call and I love 'em for that
Know I gotta love 'em for that
But 'fore I make 'em crash I'll show 'em how that money could stack
The rap game like the **** game
I can hear your cries I can feel your pain
Young beat the pot 'til you ain't got to beat the pot no more no more
I got a word from the trenches we don't care
We got down here you just get up there
Do your thing we got your back
No matter what you do or where you at
Keep it gangster yeah norma
Keep it gangster they gon' find us
Keep it gangster
Keep it gangster keep it gangster
He could bring out every single emotion
Like for real he hits all categories
Some folks don't even understand how dark and how lonely the world can get
Like some days
You can't compare rod wave to everybody else
You just be going through it and
Man you really makin' me think about **** like
I put I put his **** on and I know
I know like oh you were feelin' like this
Keep it gangster
The streets love and the hoes adore
It's
bring every emotion out your body
It it helps
It helps me get through it
Sitting in my spot I overheard a story
This old was telling me how it went down
How the jackers around and how them runnin' wild
If you ask my opinion them is clowns
Ran in a house and laid it all down
Threw his kids in the tub and duct taped 'em by the mouth
They even beat up his bitch they beat up his lady
It's crazy what these do for this paper
Let that would've been my lady my red baby
Two fifty on a head he could **** around and die tonight
Spin his funeral and spin his candlelight you ****** right
****** right
The rap game like the **** game
I can hear your cries I can feel your pain
Young beat the pot 'til you ain't got to beat the pot no more no more
A word to the trenches I don't care
I got up here you just get down there
Do your thing I got your back
No matter what you do or where you at
I'ma keep it gangster
