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Limitazioni di età: 18+
Lingua della canzone: Inglese
Keep On |
| Locks off the door, beast outta the cage |
| You know y’all done fucked up |
| Should’ve never let me escape |
| They say Joey, where you been |
| I tell em' I never left |
| Know my bed stay made, lil' homie I never rest |
| I keep on, I keep on, I keep on, I keep on |
| Now, now, now, I keep on, I keep on, I keep on |
| Streets still talkin' |
| I know blocks keep collidin' |
| Why my stock keep risin' |
| Y’all know I’ma keep riding till the wheels fall off |
| I don’t trust a nigga, never, I’ll be thugging it forever |
| And keep it tucked for whatever |
| Just, Run DMC’ing it, tougher than the leather |
| For the survivors in Haiti that was tougher than the weather |
| So, pray to God keep me safe from my travels |
| As I look at pictures of bloody bodies layin' in gravel |
| I see pain is a given |
| Got a better job and now the whole city hate me |
| I’m Lane Kiffin and the game is different |
| While my new bitch get on top, and ride out wit just the tip in |
| And stupid me be laying there trippin' |
| You think you on my mind then you insane or sniffin' |
| It ain’t how I’m living, still on my same mission |
| While you Americans idolize lames dancing around |
| With their pants on the ground, me, I’m branding the sound |
| They old and washed up, Larry Holmes |
| So I usher in the new year screamin' Daddy’s home |
| I seen artists fail thinking they would blow up |
| I seen niggas cry wolf thinking they wouldn’t show up |
| Might, wonder what I scream Jersey for |
| Tryna show em' Jersey’s more than Jersey Shore |
| Stealing cars, smoking herb |
| Won’t stop till every deaf ear comprehends my spoken word, ya heard |
| Off rap it’s a whole 'nother genre, a whole 'nother drama |
| A whole 'nother muh’fuckin' monster |
| Tryna get through to the masses |
| A lot bullshit out there, gotta shift through the traffic |
| I’m on my J. Cole, J. Elec, Blu, Grafh shit |
| Since my autobiographic might be too graphic for you to grasp it |
| Me, I know the diff-er-ence |
| So I perfer the hate, if they only gon' love me when I’m ig-nor-ant |
| You niggas is so hollow |
| Drake got hot, now y’all so big on Mascato |
| Blinds leadin' the blind |
| Who the fuck you supposed to follow |
| Keep up my full throttle, modern day Aristotle |
| So in scripted, prolly ain’t meant for you to get it |
| More like encrypted, or need to be sent to ballistics |
| Not for dimwitted, it won’t pop up in the statistics |
| Rebel in my own right, could give a fuck about logistics |
| Be advised, I ain’t tryna silence any critics |
| Cause, the louder they talk, the prouder I walk |
| It’s like it’s a rappers job to lie, how they all ballin' |
| Some only got two one’s on em', Jamal Crawford |
| Who spit hard as me? Very few arguably |
| Blogs wan' target me, I’m quick to they archery |
| Tell the labels Best in the World is how you market me |
| Lost my liquor license, bums won’t get a bar from me |
| Far as birds, how I get them to the Telly maybe |
| Have em' on E, ask em' if they been to Chelsea Lately |
| Fuck Morton’s, I take em' to the deli maybe |
| Should’a known she’d had me up and comin' |
| I ain’t wealthy baby |
| Put it in layman’s terms, way simple |
| Coming for my old spot back, Jay Leno |
| And not to let off a shot, but I’m better than hot |
| They don’t need a reminder if they never forgot |