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LYRICFLUENTFor Keeps Lyrics by Rich The Kid, YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat and we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps
They knocking 'em off for cheap
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep
I want the money, but you want the fame, lil' nigga
Ran the check way up, my pockets bigger
Brought the lil' foreign bitch, we don't take no pictures
Pull the stick out, they don't want no issues
Don't want no issues, don't want no issues
Sometimes I tote two guns, I run with plenty killers
I rock two Rollies, I'm not regular, I'm straight out them trenches
Got a new Maybach, ain't drove it once, but dropped some ashes in it
Got platinum plaques and I got gold and got several pennies
I'm from the block, no talk and watch, forever mind my business
Put that on my four sons, I won't fold, I be toting that glizzy
This ankle bracelet on my leg, I'm already sentenced
My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat and we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps
They knocking 'em off for cheap
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep
Tryna rock something
Ain't leaning off them Xans, I be charged up
Poppin', go to set tripping, throwing B's in that order
Dave died from that chopper at 16, wish I can call him
And we don't charge 'em
She told, but that's my blood, so we ain't charge 'em
Told my nigga if they play, then they gon' die today
No, they ain't never seen a nigga spraying out the Wraith
Lawyer need a quarter mil' and he gon' beat the case
Make another half a mil', I threw it in the safe
I can't kick it with these niggas 'cause they all fake
Nah, we ain't never going broke because we all straight
Made another hundred, had a long day
Pullin' out the chopper, look the wrong way
My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat and we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps
They knocking 'em off for cheap
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep
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