Rod Wave – Keep It G Lyrics

Rod Wave Keep It G Lyrics

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Trill got that juice, nigga)

Youngin told me that he really wanna go legit
Thought about it, then he went ahead, bought him a brick
Say you ain’t balling ’til you got you a Benz
So I went and got me and Benz
I wonder where all my friends had went ‘fore I was major
They was happy for me ’til a nigga made it, that shit be crazy
You get money, then you become a target
This part the hardest, it seems I solved it
The top so lonely, the jackers is hungry
The bitches is heartbreaking, the family is phony
These niggas so slimy when that paper involved
I hope they know I got enough money to kill ’em all
I’m locked in with the YGs and I’ll send ’em all
Them young niggas ready to bend your block and break it off
I make one call and I love ’em for that
Know I gotta love ’em for that
But before I make ’em crash, I show ’em how that money could stack

The rap game like the dope game
I can hear your cries, I can feel your pain
Young nigga beat the pots ’til you ain’t gotta beat the pot no more, no more
I got a word from the trenches, we don’t care
We got down here, you just get up there
Do your thing, we got your back
No matter what you do or where you at
Keep it gangsta, keep it gangsta
Keep it gangsta, keep it gangsta, keep it gangsta

Like, for real
Some folks don’t even understand how dark and how lonely the world can get
Like some days
You just be going through it, and
And you really making me think about shit, like
I put, I put this shit on and I know
I know you feel like this
The streets love and the hoes adore
It’s, it, it helps
Nigga bring every emotion out your body
It helps me get through it

Sitting in my spot, I overheard a story
This old nigga was telling me how it went down
How to jock us around and how them niggas running wild
If you ask my opinion, them niggas is clowns
Ran in a nigga house and laid it all down
Threw his kids in the tub and duct-taped ’em by the mouth
They even beat up his bitch, they beat up his lady
It’s crazy what these niggas do for this paper
That there could’ve been my lady, my real baby
Two fifty on a nigga head, he could fuck around and die tonight
Spin his funeral and spin his candlelight, you fucking right

The rap game like the dope game
I can hear your cries, I can feel your pain
Young nigga beat the pots ’til you ain’t gotta beat the pot no more, no more
A word to the trenches, I don’t care
I got up here, you just get down there
Do your thing, we got your back
No matter what you do or where you at
Keep it gangsta, keep it gangsta

    Lyrics Details:

  • Written by: Rod Wave
  • Album: Nostalgia
  • Released: 2023