Keep It Real

[Verse 1: T.Y.]
I ain't gon' lie for my age
I done heard and I done seen a lot of things
But I never fold, cuban links with them pinky rings
Spitta he gave me the game
I'm super fly I could break a bitch like Priest
Riding round in my '83
Slowly adding on to my fleet
You can't kick it how I kick it
Nigga you wasn't raised by no G's
You don't be smoking on good weed
Hoe lame ass never gon' get a bitch with that game fam
Ice Cream sweats and some Space Jams
Yo hoe say my shit jam
Tryna had the spot lit like these diamonds on my wrist
Throw the set up in my pic
Youngest nigga of the clique
But I gets it in, collect Benjamins and all of his friends
I don't follow rules I just break them in
Catch me mobbing down your block
In that Maybach Benz
Clean as a whistle, everything I do official
In love with money and pistols
Hunting for macs, the [?] is in my back
I'm here just talking these facts

[Chorus: T.Y.](x4)
Imma keep it real
I won't never fold
Imma stay a G
Sticking to the code

[Verse 2: Corner Boy P]
I'm trill as I wanna
Hundred spokes bending corners
Regal candy gold it complements that Daytona
Rolex diamonds rhyme seller
This Margiela kinda weather
I'm so G still got Iceberg with the Snoopy on the sweater
I seen shit I ain't never saw
I hear shit I ain't never heard
Just to ball on them bitches like when Ricky touched that bird
Up my dope since [?] served
Slam them sixes on the curb
New kicks was all I wanted
Now my bitch and whip is foreign
Counting money till the morning
Trapping out the apartments
Secret stash compartments
Transpo, extortion
We the illest niggas
You niggas shoulda been aborted
Sold my life to the streets the devil couldn't afford it

[Chorus: T.Y.](x2)
Imma keep it real
I won't never fold
Imma stay a G
Sticking to the code

Imma keep it real
I won't never fold