David James & Devan Ibiza - Keep on (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Smoking on top shelf Gweeto
And it's all over my hands like Cheetos
All she wanna do is dance in tight Speedo's
Relax in a mansion like The Migos
I cant even sell the weed that I smoke this pack cost bands like The Beatles
And we watch movie like it's Regal
Then go cash out on seafood
Send her home with a quarter ounce of diesel, girl that boy don't even feed you
YETTISIDE we spreading like the measles
I feel like these haters want competition with me and I only compete with myself
This for the people who stuck to the mission with me
I got Dev here up in the kitchen with me got the oven on 450
I got a ounce of gorilla glue Ima smoke that in a day I need more sticky
Your homies wish they could do what I do
But they can't so instead they want war with me
I hit his chick from the back it was lovely I might bring that kitty on tour with me
I'm from a block where you gotta look before you step
If you don't you'll be killed here
Half of my circle is Blazing for Petey, the other half Rolling like wheelchairs
They call me David, I speak from the heart
I was born in The Bronx and I'm still here
If it ain't God we don't feel fear
Let's get it YO
Don't let nobody tell you struggle don't hurt
I was in middle school tryna get fly with my uncles old shirts
Couldn't afford Nike, had Pony's on
Now I'm sitting with execs plotting on a big bag to put the homies on
Im the top competitor, he think he hot but he not he regular
All I do is blunt blaze, I don't make the front page Ima pop the editor
LOOK, I rap for the young-ins who wake up stressed
Pockets on E tryna do their best, keep going hard
Man they ain't built like you, for another 24 you're blessed
A lot of homies died this summer, I'm just glad I survived this summer
No baby showers, 380 showers, lotta homies in the sky this summer
I'm just tryna stay focused, streets got me feeling hopeless
So I let it out on a beat, this is all weed mixed with emotions
You think of me? Think of devotion, think of longevity
Racing my self, no one ahead of me
Think of ambition, think of prosperity
Think of intelligence, stupid I'll never be
Think of integrity, and if you cross me brody you're dead to me
Your baby girl, she just some head to me
I'm living good, you looking fed to me
Tryna be great, it's more than bread to me