Keep It Real - Lil' Rob

Wacha, there’s a difference between fact and fiction

Pay close attention, do more than listen

Hear what I’m telling you all these vatos be telling it

Claiming that they be having it

But really they ain’t having shit

Fuck all that bullshit that shit is kid shit

Keep talking shit bitch that’s what your skill is

Fools are ridiculous just don’t know when to quit

Can’t spit like I can spit straight up immaculate

Talented handle it Simon ey I’m a man that did

Feel so cold leave you frozen stiff like a manikin

Crazy like the bay that they named after a pelican

From pellet guns to Semi autos to automatic guns

Not having funds to having funds to having fun in Cali

Sun I love convertibles dog I had to have me one

You might know me from cruising around in my Cadillac

Two pumps in the trunk the batteries on rack ten switches on my lap

(Lil' Rob)(Chorus)

Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills ese

A lot of you vatos don’t know how it feels to keep it

Real ese I do what I do when I do it

I’m keeping it real when I do it

Unlike you did, everything you did was stupid

Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills ese

A lot of you vatos don’t know how it feels to keep it

Real ese I do what I do when I do it

I’m keeping it real when I do it

Unlike you did, I don’t wanna do what you did stupid

(Lil' Rob)

A lot of you vatos take a long time to bust a rhyme

And to Hit the ol' drawing board and take some more time for real

Homeboy I ain’t never heard nothing weaker

I can’t believe that bullshit be coming out the speaker

Its like who heard you and told you that you were good?

They lied to you, you can’t rap but they said you could

Why, would they do that, now look what they done did

Made a shit talker out of a young, fucking dumb kid

I know where I’m from, I know what I’ve done

I know what it takes to be number one

You vatos cross the line all the time by dropping the

Dime Your questioning, I’m answering before your asking it

I know what I said whatever I said homeboy I’m backing

It I’m backin it, while you’re a lying fucking sack of shit

Chronic shit?

Got a big ol' fluffy fuckin sack of it

It’s no accident when I’m packing it, relaxing it

Kicking back and shit I loss my mind

I loss the time where’d it go

I don’t know, lost track of it

(Lil' Rob)

San Diego, city I was brought up in

Home of Donovan, car hoppin and bomb droppin

I’m getting numbers while I’m dragging bumpers

Scraping it up, Juice, I think I’ve got more than

Enough In fact I think I got a little too much but never

Enough Living life so rough and so tough I pick up the mic

Sabes Que?

I’m sick of the mic, I’m sic on the mic

Your sounding like a bitch on the mic

I’m sick of my life and still kick the shit that you

Like Probably get myself a six-pack and just kick it

Tonight I’m tripping tonight feel like straight out picking a

Fight Get wickie wicked tonight drug driven tonight

I’m going out of my head like little Anthony

Back in the days when he had tears on his pillow

Weeping like a willow it’s Lil' Rob esse breaking it

Down Gangster oldie no mistaking the sound no mistakes are allowed