MO3 - Keep Faith lyrics

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MO3 - Keep Faith lyrics

[Intro] Granny, Slinko makin' beats again Splurge the God made another one Hit Squad, you understand us? Yellin', "Gang-gang," to all my gang members Yellin', "Gang," tellin' my real ones I won't change, ni**a (Granny, Slinko makin' beats again) Yeah (Splurge the God made another one), remain the same, ni**a Oh, why? [Verse 1] 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 betrayed the clique You see, my daddy made a dog and your mama raised a b*tch, oh, boy Know they pussy, they ain't solid, that ain't me Oh, it get real, I'm in the field, I go get skied and change my fit I'm ready to slide and when I drop 'em, I'ma hit like I can't miss How the fu*k 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 knew 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' sh*t 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 [Chorus] 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 fu*k it, get the money, fu*k 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 fu*k the bond we had in the past, I can't believe it's true [Verse 2] 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 Heart cold as hell, b*tch, I'm still thinkin' 'bout the days you left Held my own like a man, I can't let a b*tch kill my vibe And tell the opps, b*tch, I'm still outside and they still gon' die Bricks and a burner on four wheels and money counters (Like brrrr) Four-door Phantoms, tote them hammers like I'm Rambo (That thing go, "Grrr") I lost my aunt to the streets, I don't need no answers Real life stick to the script with no camera, why? [Chorus] 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 fu*k it, get the money, fu*k 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 fu*k the bond we had in the past, I can't believe it's true

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