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keep it g, pt. ii - joey fatts lyrics

[verse 1: a$ap rocky]
weird visits from these spirits while i’m sleepin’, creepin’
please somebody pinch me if i’m dreamin’, dreamin’
swear that i’m a marijuana demon, fienin’
put that codeine with that promethazine, leanin’
really steamin, outchea willie beamen, beamin’
i just need vices just to fight my demons, i seen ’em
these n-ggas really out here schemin’
these n-ggas want me out here beatin’
want me dead and gone for no reason
run up on us then we squeezin’
dump, dump from the pump, leave ’em slumped
now you growin’ wings
lately hoes been suckin’ on me like they growing fangs
like these sucka n-ggas start becoming growing pains
time to hit ’em with that novocain, you know the name

[hook: a$ap rocky]
i’m talking black on black and tilts on blades
this the kinda sh-t we do like everyday
today, choppin’ them blades
this the kind of life we livin’ everyday
tryna function (everyday), out here thuggin’ (everyday)
man they tryna get this money everyday
everyday, everyday, everyday
do it for my real n-ggas, uh, you know i keep it g with ya
everyday, everyday, everyday

[verse 2: joey fatts]
out here grindin’ everyday, get that dough in everyway
even when i die, i’mma have these packs at heaven’s gates
more hustle, son of a gangster, so you know i keep it g, it’s in my genes
and show is this pistol if n-ggas try to scheme
bad b-tch p-ss the seat, she gimme neck in the v, no tee
she came with you but she gone be leavin’ with me
she gone pop this e and come f with a g
gangsta is what gangsta does
og in my swisha blunt, get money, never get enough
gotta stack this paper like literature
cut throat, a$ap, that squad sh-t
f-ck with one of my n-ggas, get your top hit
no talk, this .45 knockin’
smoked all the purp and my clan is mob sh-t
and i’m feelin’ like stocky, all these whacks i’m dishin’
learned from my older g how to spend that g and make it back in the kitchen
let me whole whip in, prolly thought i was a gymnast
all this work a n-gga flippin’
stay with some b-tches cause a young n-gga winnin’
paper chasin’ chasin’ my fitness
and i swear to god as my witness, you can ask n-ggas about me
joey like a kilogram of that work, that n-gga always keep sh-t g

- joey fatts lyrics

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