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(She keep a big street sweeper)
Got tied to me
you got to me
you cried to me
you lied to me
(I let it slide)
(She keep a big street sweeper)
To keep it real with you I don’t know why
to keep it real with you I don’t know why
Fuck niggas tried to line me
Pick your slides wisely
This that brown liquor
This that Ron Isley
This type of picture like Picasso paint
I contemplate on why
around here they pop shells around blindly
If y’all could not already tell,
hell is outside
Broadway to Palestine
long way to Southside (ay)
I could probably heal us
but it’s all about timing
I know God could hear us
cause he hollers out my name
(She keep a big street sweeper)
Got tied to me
you got to me
you cried to me
you lied to me
(I let it slide)
(She keep a big street sweeper)
To keep it real with you I don’t know why
to keep it real with you I don’t know why
When you hiding from the back of the line
half of the time you barely be attached to a vine
I went from working a job to screaming I'm robbed
every twinkle don't glitter inna gutter I'm sharp
paychecks ain't paying a pretty penny in hand
but these title cats fighting
keep a nigga out your plans
to be the greatest ever make it
Still shout in the stands
if I ain't blow up I showed up & I got my advance
stuck my middle fingers up
cause fuck what they saying
we came a long way from out west
out in the land where you speaking
on your problems & you probably saying
God gave his toughest battles to the strongest
of man nobody ever hear you talking
when you silently plan to keep it real with you
I don't know why emotions is high