Songtexte KEEP ON - Oshea IV

Trained to go
Had to get it on my own
Ask me when I'm comin' home
Cause they know it's been too long
Barely see my lil brothers
Man just know I'm workin' wonders
Never let em see me stressin'
Gotta keep them bitches guessin'
Hope somebody get the message
Stack bread, count blessings
Don't know who I'm reachin'
No it's not for those who leechin'
Grindin' each and every day, even harder on the weekend
Concur every season
Nigga I got plenty reasons
Missed my brother graduate
I'll make sure his pockets straight
Other two ain't gotta worry, they gon' get it out the gate
No you can't fight fate
Bitch you cant fight fate
If I show you how to get it tell me who gon' obligate
See, me and all my niggas, we come from a common place
Niggas hustle everyday, it ain't no other way
Mask on, mask off, shit that nigga blast off
Shit, my cuzzo still boostin', know she rip the tag off
I was on a pack a day, almost hit the bad cough
Down bad, I was broke, had to take the cast off
Mindset switchin' up, think quick, fast thought
Get up out my situation, bitch I'm about to pass y'all
Hit the ground runnin', I could go a mile a minute
They goin back & forth, man these niggas playin' tennis
Ball out, no stallin' out
I ain't do it for the clout
Stand tall, no fallin' out
Bitch I maneuver through the drought

Keep on
True colors gon' show
Friends turn foe
Highs turn low
You gotta
Keep on
True colors gon' show
Friends turn foe
Highs turn low
But I ain't goin broke

Repetition 'til ya learn
No sleep, early bird get the worm
Body tired, nigga gon let it burn
Ain't no handouts, everybody gotta earn
Road block, better go another route
Hard times, nigga gon thug it out
You gon' run it up, or you gon' run ya mouth
Jump off the porch, or you goin' in the crib
Nigga get it how you live
Shit we tryn' chase a mil'
Every night I say a prayer for all my niggas in the ville
Ion even bless the food so that should tell you how it is
I can see it in ya eyes, yeen focused on the biz
Tell me 'bout a hoe
Ima tell you bout the doe
Y'all out here chasin' pussy, I'm schemin' on the low
Labeled as a rookie, I'm ballin' like a pro
I scratch em out like Woogy, y'all itchin' for a 304
Niggas know just what i mean
Shit, I'm tryn' get in between
Never been a middle man, I'm pullin' up right off the screen
Think I'm done with debit man, I'm pullin' right up out the jeans
They won't give me credit man until I'm scorin' in the green
Red on the beam, takin' aim at ya team
Sag in my pants, got me walkin' with a lean
Pockets stuffed, money bussin' out the seams
Invest it in ya hood if you need ya money clean

Keep on
Keep on
True colors gon' show
Friends turn foe
Highs turn low
You gotta
Keep on
True colors gon' show
Friends turn foe
Highs turn low
But I ain't goin broke
Keep on
True colors gon' show
Friends turn foe
Highs turn low
You gotta
Keep on
True colors gon' show
Friends turned foe
Highs turned low
But I ain't goin' broke
Keep on