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Data di rilascio: 01.02.2024
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: 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 |