The Game - Keepin It Real lyrics

[Verse 1 - Game] I wanna talk to the world and tell em how I feel How everytime I drop an album one of my n***as get k**ed Make a n***a wanna stop spittin' Plus Interscope be bullsh**tin' Scott Pippen This is not livin' Livin' is when you working a 9-5 Liftin' heavy a** boxes just to stay a-f**ing-live n***a ain't got a car but he got drive So he appreciate the rims sittin on his ride The world going crazy, n***as going crazy They say the Illuminati affiliated Jay-Z I'm in this Mercedes seeing how L.A be My life should be a movie shot by Martin Scorsese Gun's off safety n***as is Polamalu The cops k**ed BIG and drove off in the Impala And Pac did his just to get a couple dollars f** rap, I shoulda took my black a** to college [Hook] I'm just tryna be real I'm just keepin' it real I'm just tryna be real I'm just keepin' it real I'm just keepin' it real [Verse 2 - Game] I'm tryna see my kids through college before I gotta die Still sayin' R.I.P Aaliyah ‘fore I gotta fly n***as running out of time So they doing h*mocide Gotta take the stand tell the judge and jury their alibi And they all racist so they giving boys 25 Stand up be a man, and stare straight into his momma eyes And she still traumatised, her baby boy shot up Kissed him on the forehead right before he got up You shot him in the forehead twice before he got up All over a b**h, n***a the devil wears Prada Amber Rose wears nada And thats how she should keep it 'cause you can go Tyra from wearing Victoria's Secrets They say there's a secret society To get notoriety from selling your soul to ‘em n***a you ain't buying me Only thing for sale is this Phantom It's Aftermath, thats why I rep the A like Atlanta [Hook] [Verse 3 - Game] They say I look like Kanye or Wale in this Louis napsack Rather be them than them dumb n***as f**ing with Kat Stacks I smoke kush to get my mind right I used to listen to Nas to get my rhymes tight I used to sell them dimes and keep my 9 tight But now I'm f**ing them dimes, but in hindsight Almost turned on my family for the limelight And I'mma go see God when the times right They say the pearly gates white but my President black My money green, the sky blue and that's where heaven is at I don't carry a gat, but my n***as do It's like my jumper is off, I let my n***as shoot And don't none of my n***as do Take the time to listen I'll tell you what my n***as do Scream "Soo woo!" while they dumping out of Bentley coupes But I'm just tryna be a good n***a, master And take this rap money and give this sh** to the pastor