Correction Lyrics Can’t Keep It Real by PG RA

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Can't keep it real no more, that sh*t don't even mean nun'
I swear I knew?I?was a star?before I seen money
Keep having dreams?'bout fancy cars, and having my team stuntin'
(Me and my n***as vibing out, big body sh*t, we sliding out)
I used to pray for this sh*t hard, and still ain't seen it coming
(My mama used to cry about it, now I gotta smile about it)

I'm still that same n***a (Same n***a)
My pockets just got bigger (Pockets just got bigger)
Why ride the block, when I could ride the instrumental?
I keep a Glock 'cause I done grew up 'round them killas (Yuh)
If they ain't show me nothing else, they showed me how to tote a pistol (Uh, uh)
Did it by myself, and ain't nobody told me, n***a (Ain't nobody told me, n***a)
Did it by myself, so I won't ever owe a n***a (Ever owe a n***a)
Made it through that rain, 'cause I'm a f**kin' soldier, n***a (Yuh)
Really antisocial with 'em, can't let 'em get too close to feel me (Uh, uh)
Gotta cherish life 'cause I know n***as wanna take me out (Take me out)
I still be thanking God, He helped me make it out
I'm tryna run me up a quarter for my mama house (For my mama house)
And put an M up for my daughter in her bank account

Can't keep it real no more, that sh*t don't even mean nun'
(Still won't ever be enough, don't really give no f**ks)
I swear I knew I was a star before I seen money
(But now they see me turning up, this what I'm workin' for)
Keep having dreams 'bout fancy cars, and having my team stuntin'
(Me and my n***as vibing out, big body sh*t, we sliding out)
I used to pray for this sh*t hard, and still ain't seen it coming
(My mama used to cry about it, now I gotta smile about it)
Do you love or you hate me? (Do you love or you hate me?)
I wanna know (I wanna know)
If I was broke, would you still say I'm the goat? (Would you still say say I'm the goat?)
Would you risk your life for mine, if I was right or wrong? (Uh)
If I had to do some time, would they still hold me down? (Woah)
If my lil' brother ain't died, would they still sang my songs? (Huh?)
I think about this sh*t when I be all alone
Now, I'm up, got everybody wanna hit my phone (Wanna hit my phone)
But ain't nobody hit me up when they was hitting home (Uh)
It's certain sh*t I can't explain, you wouldn't understand it (Yuh)
Ain't doing this sh*t for fame, I do it for my family (What?)
He hit me with some pain, but somehow I manage
Might pour a bottle of champagne out for all the damage

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