Keep Your Head Up lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, OG (Rah)

[Verse]
4's up, out the mud, gotta keep the forty tucked
In the field we prayed up, gotta keep your head up
Boy, I ain't scared of nothin', boy you n*ggas lookin' dumb
How you rich and lookin' bum, you a bozo n*gga (You a bozo)
You ain't f*cking no b*tches, you a homo n*gga (You a homo)
You ain't getting no money, then I can't kick it with ya (I can't)
Sneak dissin' on my name, then my n*ggas gon' split ya
I be skirtin' in that whip, smokin' OG out the zip (Plug!)
My b*tch better sell a [?], f*ck them motherf*ckin' p*ss
All you n*ggas talking sh*t, y'all can eat a f*cking di*k
I ain't never had sh*t, so I'm goin' 30, b*tch
Now I'm going 80, b*tch, now I'm going 90, b*tch
I be skrrtin' and I be hittin' 'em with the motherf*ckin' switch
And I hit a motherf*ckin' lick, hit a f*ckin' b*tch (b*tch)
Pull up with the motherf*cking Tris, ayy
Call me young OG, Kane [?] (Plug!)
Ayy, I shoot you in your brain n*gga (Ooh, bang!)
Ayy, I ain't never been a lame n*gga
Ayy, you n*ggas is some f*ckin' stains n*gga (You some stains)
Ayy, and I'm swervin' candypaint n*gga
Got your main all on my f*ckin' thangy, n*gga (On my thangy n*gga)
Ayy, and I'm rollin' with my gangy, n*gga (With my gangy n*gga)
Know how thе f*ck we mob, know how the f*ck we mob
Pull up with thе squad, pull up with the gang
Yeah that's goth gang, yeah that's sick gang
Yeah that's Taliban, throwin' 4's up
What the f*ck you mean? 4's in my cup
Do you know what's up, yeah, I do this b*tch
And you know I really do this sh*t
Shinin', check my f*cking wrist
Shinin', check my f*cking b*tch
Pull up and threw a hit, might remix a brick
You don't know sh*t, so why you sayin' sh*t?
You ain't never been in no real situations
My n*ggas tote semi's, that's a situation
What you know about the dope gang nation? (Plug!)
Dope running past, know we made a set
Got it f*ckin' bad, now it's f*ckin' bad
No basketball, but I made it clap
Off the f*ckin' wall, ten toes down
n*gga, you ain't no real n*gga, you ain't no f*ckin' hound
My n*ggas blood hounds, I f*ck with Crips too
And I f*ck with BD's and 'em GD's
Vice Lords too, real n*ggas though
And you know we get it for the low
We don't f*ck with dirty hoes
Kick them b*tches out the door
b*tches gotta go, I ain't gon' never go (Never)