Keep Faith - Mo3

Granny, Slinko makin' beats again

Splurge the God made another one

It’s quite a story

Yellin', «Gang-gang,"that's how my gang knows

Yellin', «Gang,"tellin' my real ones I won’t change, nigga (Granny,

Slinko makin' beats again)

Yeah (Splurge the God made another one), remain the same, nigga

Oh, why?

When my mama last her job, after that, couldn’t pay the rent

Moved to my auntie’s, slept on the couch, but it still ain’t make no sense

I took some losses through it all, but never once berayed the clique

You see, my daddy made a dog and your mama raised a bitch, oh, boy

Know they pussy, they ain’t solid, that ain’t me

Ho, it get real, I’m in the field, I go and change my fit

I’m ready to slide and when I drop 'em, I’ma hit like I can’t miss

How the fuck you ain’t gon' raise them kids when you made shawty take the dick?

I was locked down in a cell, and I can’t lie, I hated it

But I know my hustle was illegal, so I know I was takin' risks

Yellin', «Fee-fi-fum,"I'm runnin' down with a drum

And I’ma keep my gun on me, so they ain’t takin' shit

I ain’t wanna be Craig or Day-Day, so I’m Deebo

And I ain’t never liked the Batman, so I’m robbin' for the C-note

I wasn’t into Spider-Man, the Green Goblin, that was my hero

'Cause I was mobbin' with them choppers, tryna put a opp into sleep mode

You said

That you would never leave

Never ever leave my side, but it caught me by surprise

When I found out that you lied to me, I’m on edge now

Fuck it, get the money, fuck the flowers, I don’t need 'em

And the money and the fame came with the power, I know you see it

I couldn’t believe it when you left me, yeah, I needed you

And you said fuck the bond we had in the past, I can’t believe it’s true

Them folks go crazy, it’s a shame how

They see my face in different places and know my name now

Same name I made for myself on my chain, yeah

I’m still the same, yeah, that’s on my gang, yeah

BG4L, yeah, I’m so cut-throat for the gang I rep

Hard coat as hell, bitch, I’m still thinkin' 'bout the days you left

Held my own like a man, I can’t let a bitch kill my vibe

And tell the opps, bitch, I’m still outside and they still gon' die

Bricks and a burner phone with some money counters (Like brrt)

Four-door Phantoms, tote them hammers like I’m Rambo (That thing go, «Grrr»)

the streets, I don’t need no answers

Real life stick to the script with no camera, why?

You said

That you would never leave

Never ever leave my side, but it caught me by surprise

When I found out that you lied to me, I’m on edge now

Fuck it, get the money, fuck the flowers, I don’t need 'em

And the money and the fame came with the power, I know you see it

I couldn’t believe it when you left me, yeah, I needed you

And you said fuck the bond we had in the past, I can’t believe it’s true