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Youth Killed It – Keep It Real lyrics
Verse 1
Wu-Tang said "Cash Rules Everything Around Me"
But I will never ever sell my soul
No amount of money that you could ever offer me
Would make me sacrifice my goals
I stay True to my origins and never once said that I lived a life on the grind in the streets
My hustle is in music and the dedication I put in at the lab to perfect these beats
Never see the point in hiding where you come from
All these fake personas always end up undone
And so it seems trying to create these scene from changing beats to fake meet and greets
Paid for paper sheets to keep the peace feed the beast for wolves, dressed as sheep
Chorus
No time for a yellow tracksuit or a red hat
But I keep it real
No Bob Cryer, Holy Fryer when I talk I mean that
But I keep it real
No time for me, no time for you
But I keep it real
I land with a punchline or two
But I keep it real
Verse 2
Some people might take offence to the words that I say or the way I address them
I say what I mean don't tip toe around it
I'm straight to the point but my feet are grounded
When I feel like I've lost myself
I dig deep, cling hard take off the belt
I take a long hard look at the things I've done
I see the progress now of how far we've come
When I reach the top, I'll never flop, I'll keep it locked, I'll keep you shocked, I'll never stop no?
More money, more problems, I don't want that
No way to solve them, I don't want that
Scared of an ATM I don't want that
Trust me when I say "You Don't Want That"
Chorus
No time for a yellow tracksuit or a red hat
But I keep it real
No Bob Cryer, Holy Fryer when I talk I mean that
But I keep it real
No time for me, no time for you
But I keep it real
I land with a punchline or two
But I keep it real
But I keep it real
But I keep it real
Bridge
No time for you if you're on your high-horse
You're now helpless, as you've chose the wrong course
Wrong side of the fence Dickhead!
Outro
No time for a yellow tracksuit or a red hat
But I keep it real
No Bob Cryer, Holy Fryer when I talk I mean that
But I keep it real
No time for me, no time for you
But I keep it real
I land with a punchline or two
But I keep it real
But I keep it real
But I keep it real
Wu-Tang said "Cash Rules Everything Around Me"
But I will never ever sell my soul
No amount of money that you could ever offer me
Would make me sacrifice my goals
I stay True to my origins and never once said that I lived a life on the grind in the streets
My hustle is in music and the dedication I put in at the lab to perfect these beats
Never see the point in hiding where you come from
All these fake personas always end up undone
And so it seems trying to create these scene from changing beats to fake meet and greets
Paid for paper sheets to keep the peace feed the beast for wolves, dressed as sheep
Chorus
No time for a yellow tracksuit or a red hat
But I keep it real
No Bob Cryer, Holy Fryer when I talk I mean that
But I keep it real
No time for me, no time for you
But I keep it real
I land with a punchline or two
But I keep it real
Verse 2
Some people might take offence to the words that I say or the way I address them
I say what I mean don't tip toe around it
I'm straight to the point but my feet are grounded
When I feel like I've lost myself
I dig deep, cling hard take off the belt
I take a long hard look at the things I've done
I see the progress now of how far we've come
When I reach the top, I'll never flop, I'll keep it locked, I'll keep you shocked, I'll never stop no?
More money, more problems, I don't want that
No way to solve them, I don't want that
Scared of an ATM I don't want that
Trust me when I say "You Don't Want That"
Chorus
No time for a yellow tracksuit or a red hat
But I keep it real
No Bob Cryer, Holy Fryer when I talk I mean that
But I keep it real
No time for me, no time for you
But I keep it real
I land with a punchline or two
But I keep it real
But I keep it real
But I keep it real
Bridge
No time for you if you're on your high-horse
You're now helpless, as you've chose the wrong course
Wrong side of the fence Dickhead!
Outro
No time for a yellow tracksuit or a red hat
But I keep it real
No Bob Cryer, Holy Fryer when I talk I mean that
But I keep it real
No time for me, no time for you
But I keep it real
I land with a punchline or two
But I keep it real
But I keep it real
But I keep it real
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