Keeping It True (Daddy) lyrics

[Intro]
(Shogun on the beat)
(Jahmoni, who that is?)
(Jah, heat it up)

[Chorus]
Jumping on the bus after school walked the blue for to buy a cigar just me and dude
Telling my story I ain’t telling no tale
Just got the wrong word from across the news
Sat in that cell I done paid my dues
Came for the win never play for to lose
Hustle cuttin’ grass, how I pay for my shoes
Pay my phone bill shooting dice, line boost
Another opp dead through the night let’s truce
And one for my brother for keeping it true
He ain’t say not a thing made it go how we do
It’s just part of the game and hе didn’t even shoot
Take carе of my mama, my sister, and partner, my brother he got it I stay coming through
Walk in this b*tch better give me some room
Keep your hands to yourself, can’t do that I’ma shoot
Lambo truck put them chickens in coupe, yeah
Need a thing, tell ‘em call Jiggaboo
Runnin’ up in the booth tryna blow out the roof
I ain’t even on boo, I’m smoking K2
I been falling in love with tobacco I step in and clap ‘em
And I preach to the streets like a pastor
Get it faster, I count it up backwards, they know I’m a bast*rd
My daddy, he know I’m a factor
[Verse]
I’ma play wit dem swangs I run up dat money
30 mil’ that ain’t sh*t trying to see some more hunnids
Shawty do not want to let me just be
She think she my honey you know I’m coming I’m bopping on some
B.O.P., I’m big ol' player in the building
I keep the X on my hip Emmett Till ‘em
Drill man he point the finger get drill pens
Thuggin’ I’m up into public civilians
No witness I copy that
Get the drop on a house and they follow back
In the back of the car with a dirty strap
Cousin Skully, he totin’ on a hundred gat
In the back on the side keep the shells in
Every day I’ma grind like the real difference
Hit that tar with that 9 and it smell different
Fetty wap I’m on that, press my jiggas wit it

[Chorus]
Jumping on the bus after school walked the blue for to buy a cigar just me and dude
Telling my story I ain’t telling no tale
Just got the wrong word from across the news
Sat in that cell I done paid my dues
Came for the win never play for to lose
Hustle cuttin’ grass, how I pay for my shoes
Pay my phone bill shooting dice, line boost
Another opp dead through the night let’s truce
And one for my brother for keeping it true
He ain’t say not a thing made it go how we do
It’s just part of the game and he didn’t even shoot
Take care of my mama, my sister, and partner, my brother he got it I stay coming through
Walk in this b*tch better give me some room
Keep your hands to yourself, can’t do that I’ma shoot
Lambo truck put them chickens in coupe, yeah
Need a thing, tell ‘em call Jiggaboo
Runnin’ up in the booth tryna blow out the roof
I ain’t even on boo, I’m smoking K2
I been falling in love with tobacco I step in and clap ‘em
And I preach to the streets like a pastor
Get it faster, I count it up backwards, they know I’m a bast*rd
My daddy, he know I’m a factor
[Outro]
(Shogun on the beat)
(Jahmoni, who that is?)
(Jah, heat it up)