[Intro: Ca$h Out]
Hey
Gotta Keep It Real
I don't do the same thing
Gotta Keep It real
Gotta couple shootouts
Gotta Keep it real
Ain't gonna lie am f*cked up
Gotta keep it real
Had to open up the bank rolls
Bank and Seal
Gotta Keep it real [x5]

[Verse 1: Ca$h Out]
My baby momma always talking shit
I can't lie i love a thug bitch
I jump out the port born ready
All the trapping n***a I will war already
For the trap houses in the neighborhood
Flat screen, thought we was living good
Serretta the emerald stripe
Pull up to your house at the red light
I know triggers, ain't no amateur
Im thinking of ways I can handle ya
N***a should be dead right now
Cause i'm getting they bread right now
Trap House closed up
All these n***as turn in fear right now
I know that n***a never been a thug
I know that n***a’s a lip
I know they gon’ snitch
I know they gon’ fall
Sending green dots to n***as that never bought me a mil
They be like god damn
Cash out, you keep it so real
[Chorus: Ca$h Out]
I hear the trap’s at the trap house
Gotta Keep It real
Had a couple shootouts
Gotta Keep it real
Ain't gonna lie am f*cked up
Gotta keep it real
Had to open up the bank rolls
Bank and Seal
Gotta Keep it real [x5]
My baby momma always talking shit
I can't lie i love a thug bitch

[Verse 2: Trouble]
Keep it real with the real f*ck the fake
We know they gon’ hate
Where i’m from is a jungle
Either hustle or take
N***as don't respect your money
In my section, yeah we taking money
Serve and cut your boy done
Motherf*cker yelling sick of run
And i miss my n***a
And i been with my n***a
But im here for a reason
Im still breathing
I'm forever sly
Im still breathing
Without a care in the world
And god blessed me with a son, ima give him the world
And thats real, with or without the deal
I get my hands dirty in that field
So ima heal
[Chorus: Ca$h Out]
I hear the trap’s at the trap house
Gotta Keep It real
Had a couple shootouts
Gotta Keep it real
Ain't gonna lie am f*cked up
Gotta keep it real
Had to open up the bank rolls
Bank and Seal
Gotta Keep it real [x5]
My baby momma always talking shit
I can't lie i love a thug bitch

[Verse 3: Bloody Jay]
I'm 18 with a soccer momma
Bad, bunkin the beat with pills
N***a gotta do what he gotta do
I'm thuggin with you Mr. Steel
Hands bloody, i hit that spot around the block
So ima heal, the way a n***a move so G-code
My old holes still in me, copperfield
Oh no, no mansion , no copperfield
Still in the streets shooting, he for real
These n***as drop, getting my team hot
I ain't smelling that
They say the n***a who war will be screaming the loudest
You is Aliyah hoe
I could be back at the
They so ready to go
Told them i push for real
Told them i'm married and you mother f*ckers say nothin
I almost got killed
Should i guess ima kill myself
Im rolling the dice, lifes a gamble for real
Picture me running from any n***a
This unreal, like n***a be real
[Chorus: Ca$h Out]
My baby momma always talking shit
I can't lie i love a thug bitch
Gotta Keep It Real