Keep It Real

Aight look [Verse 1: Kyle] Ever since I was thirteen I been surrounded by hurt dreams And fake niggas who threw shots, but none of that shit could hurt me Police investigations, but the police couldn't chirp me High school, couldn't nerf me The New boyz couldn't jerk me Aye! Hey wake up like everyday Someone got something to say They all N.W.A.'s Niggas ain't gettin' no play Not in my city, no way Go outside, get some sun, grab some shade Hydroplane! Niggas can't keep in they lane It ain't no thang My shit so biggity, biggity bang! Yup! Bang nigga! K-I doing my thang nigga Young boy he done upgrade from that Cavalier to that Range, nigga Best believe I'm that same nigga K.i.D but don't play, nigga You're lowkey like Japayne, dude All you look the same, nigga Dude, this is the shit I do Spell it out for these dumb niggas, haiku Weak rappers like you, are so bad for my mood Yep, y'all better watch your step Asians kid test I'm coming correct Really there's no contest Getting it right till there ain't shit left [Hook] Uhh, well I keep and I don't think I'll ever, change I'll never lie if you could look me in the, face I swear to God that weak shit isn't in my, veins I'll never change I keep it real, (Keep it real, nigga) I keep it real, (Keep it real, nigga) my nigga (6x) That's how I feel, my nigga This beat is real [Verse 2: Kyle] Aight look Real nigga since day one So fuck you if you hate me Been a working nigga since day two And a rich nigga since day three Learned this shit on my own,so What the hell could you teach me? Kyle Harvey's no clone, you Couldn't see me with HD With a telescope With a microscope Nigga in the dark With a lot of phones I'm over rappers who smoke weed with white girls, and get Emma Stoned I'm not saying they're weak I'm just saying they're not me And if like, I'm fuckin' great I mean like, what else could they be? Ya know? They say that I sound like Drake I don't You're daughter thinks I'm great I know Your motherfuckin' CD package needs to come with a bar of soap Cause honestly, your verses stink That shit puts me straight to sleep Even if I didn't have a nose, I could tell that your verses reek But its filled with all this shit about Spots you've never been And about Girls you'll never do And about shit you never did And all the niggas you killed And all the caps that you've peeled Well all you niggas are millionaires, so come on, let's be real [Hook] [Outro: The Hook w/ Piano Keys]