Keep The Rest

Free the real, keep the rest, bitch
 Ah
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 This winning shit's easy, all you gotta do is grind and pray (Amen)
 If you ain't fuckin' found somebody else's time to waste
 At the Rolls dealership like, hmm, I'm just gon' cop the Wraith
 Free my lil' bro, he 'posed to got it and got out the way (Damn, bro)
 Nigga, we don't get no sleep 'cause we be grindin' hard (Grind)
 Bring the game to its knees, you know I'm tryin' hard (Rap game)
 I believe in the Constitution (Yeah)
 So you know I exercise my right to bear firearms
 Ayy, and I don't owe a nigga shit, y'all can blow a nigga's dick
 We got sticks in our bags, we shoot bags to the sticks
 V called home from jail, it's a hundred for a 10th
 Mark come home in 2020 so I set aside an M
 You gon' hear a lot of shit about me
 But I ain't clearing up shit, you gon' believe what you believe
 All my haters broke, drug dealers or no-name MCs (Wack)
 Or a bitch who ate my dick and then got left up at the suite, hold up (Bitch stay there)
 I don't take pictures with no guns 'cause they not for show
 We ain't family, my nigga, stop callin' me "Bro" (Who is you?)
 You would hate to see my face if I was still broke
 Treat you like a stripper 'bout your jewelry, take it off slow (Give it up)
 Used to rob niggas, I'd run up on 'em with two Glocks
 Like run that, before you meet my favorite rapper, 2Pac
 50 shots on him so the Glizzy really a oowop
 I got the dope, you got the money, we can do a swap (Swap it out)
 Used to want a G-Shock, then the Patek came
 Make sure your bitch was home at 12, it's a respect thing (Yeah)
 Heard niggas snatching chains, I ain't finna wrestle
 Tripping get your stupid ass lit up like the Patek bezel
 So much dough, I had to bag it with a shovel
 I'm the reason they put metal detectors in DPSs
 Lou said if you get shot, you ain't gon' die if you don't panic
 You ain't gon' die if you don't panic, hold up
 That ho ain't cut me off for you, boy, I demoted her
 I ain't tryna get to know you, ho, you know what's up
 Hundred on my chopper 'cause that 30 don't shoot long enough
 If you ain't a private client, your account don't hold enough (Get it up)
 Gang 'til the world go up in flames, I ain't switching
 Presidential, ain't no ticking, chopper bust you down like our wrists
 Glock got the .40 and I got the big four nickel
 Don't make us separate your body from your spirit, ayy
 This money ain't stop a nigga from bein' vicious
 Alcohol on the shells, no DNA or no witness (Clean it up)
 Grind hard 'cause I still remember them evictions
 I owe Granny some plates, I used to chop up on her dishes
 (Chop 'em down)
 Heavy checks, still trapping, call it rich hustling
 (Call it rich hustlin')
 Tell these niggas gon' 'head with all that dick sucking
 (Boy, you a dick sucker)
 Heavy checks, still trapping, call it rich hustling
 I don't know if niggas gay or what 'cause y'all be dick suckin' (Nigga)
 I got a rapper's baby mama playing in my dreads (Let's get it)
 Money off the music, still playing with the meds (What else?)
 Had to slow up on the 10, can't play with the feds (Why?)
 I ain't trippin' on that shit, we ran up the bands
 Real nigga, so I'm cool with my ex-bitch (Ex-bitch)
 Stay fresh, keep some bands, I'm from the West, bitch (Joy Road, bitch)
 We hit the club and make a mess, bitch (Fuck it up)
 Like free the real, keep the rest, bitch
 Free the guys, man, you know we gon' hold this shit down
 By the time you look up, that shit gonna be over with
 And it's back to balling
 Come pick your boys up in that Bent' truck or something, ah
 
 Free the real, keep the rest, bitch
 Ah
 ♪
 This winning shit's easy, all you gotta do is grind and pray (Amen)
 If you ain't fuckin' found somebody else's time to waste
 At the Rolls dealership like, hmm, I'm just gon' cop the Wraith
 Free my lil' bro, he 'posed to got it and got out the way (Damn, bro)
 Nigga, we don't get no sleep 'cause we be grindin' hard (Grind)
 Bring the game to its knees, you know I'm tryin' hard (Rap game)
 I believe in the Constitution (Yeah)
 So you know I exercise my right to bear firearms
 Ayy, and I don't owe a nigga shit, y'all can blow a nigga's dick
 We got sticks in our bags, we shoot bags to the sticks
 V called home from jail, it's a hundred for a 10th
 Mark come home in 2020 so I set aside an M
 You gon' hear a lot of shit about me
 But I ain't clearing up shit, you gon' believe what you believe
 All my haters broke, drug dealers or no-name MCs (Wack)
 Or a bitch who ate my dick and then got left up at the suite, hold up (Bitch stay there)
 I don't take pictures with no guns 'cause they not for show
 We ain't family, my nigga, stop callin' me "Bro" (Who is you?)
 You would hate to see my face if I was still broke
 Treat you like a stripper 'bout your jewelry, take it off slow (Give it up)
 Used to rob niggas, I'd run up on 'em with two Glocks
 Like run that, before you meet my favorite rapper, 2Pac
 50 shots on him so the Glizzy really a oowop
 I got the dope, you got the money, we can do a swap (Swap it out)
 Used to want a G-Shock, then the Patek came
 Make sure your bitch was home at 12, it's a respect thing (Yeah)
 Heard niggas snatching chains, I ain't finna wrestle
 Tripping get your stupid ass lit up like the Patek bezel
 So much dough, I had to bag it with a shovel
 I'm the reason they put metal detectors in DPSs
 Lou said if you get shot, you ain't gon' die if you don't panic
 You ain't gon' die if you don't panic, hold up
 That ho ain't cut me off for you, boy, I demoted her
 I ain't tryna get to know you, ho, you know what's up
 Hundred on my chopper 'cause that 30 don't shoot long enough
 If you ain't a private client, your account don't hold enough (Get it up)
 Gang 'til the world go up in flames, I ain't switching
 Presidential, ain't no ticking, chopper bust you down like our wrists
 Glock got the .40 and I got the big four nickel
 Don't make us separate your body from your spirit, ayy
 This money ain't stop a nigga from bein' vicious
 Alcohol on the shells, no DNA or no witness (Clean it up)
 Grind hard 'cause I still remember them evictions
 I owe Granny some plates, I used to chop up on her dishes
 (Chop 'em down)
 Heavy checks, still trapping, call it rich hustling
 (Call it rich hustlin')
 Tell these niggas gon' 'head with all that dick sucking
 (Boy, you a dick sucker)
 Heavy checks, still trapping, call it rich hustling
 I don't know if niggas gay or what 'cause y'all be dick suckin' (Nigga)
 I got a rapper's baby mama playing in my dreads (Let's get it)
 Money off the music, still playing with the meds (What else?)
 Had to slow up on the 10, can't play with the feds (Why?)
 I ain't trippin' on that shit, we ran up the bands
 Real nigga, so I'm cool with my ex-bitch (Ex-bitch)
 Stay fresh, keep some bands, I'm from the West, bitch (Joy Road, bitch)
 We hit the club and make a mess, bitch (Fuck it up)
 Like free the real, keep the rest, bitch
 Free the guys, man, you know we gon' hold this shit down
 By the time you look up, that shit gonna be over with
 And it's back to balling
 Come pick your boys up in that Bent' truck or something, ah