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Lil Keed

Raqhid Jevon Render (born March 16, 1998), known professionally as Lil Keed, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is currently signed to Young Thug's YSL Records and 300 Entertainment. His song "Nameless" reached number 42 on the Billboard Hip Hop/R&B Songs Airplay chart. more »

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(It's crazy)
My grandma, my daddy, that's real love
My daughter, that's real love
My mama, that's real love
Know what I'm sayin' the sun set in LA
You know where you done came from, the shit's beautiful
Came from nothin' to somethin', you dig?
Talk to 'em

Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever
I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater
I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)
I'm pullin' up, four hundred and better
It's a real blizzard storm in this motherfuckin' bezel
I poured my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin' me treasure (I wrote me a letter)
I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hidin'
My bitch, exotic, like somethin' from the islands
My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence
LA, I'm ducked off, in the hills, the highest

Went got my bands up
I just be entertainin' the crowd, just like a stand-up
I was down on my dick, couldn't even stand up
Yeah, your block twisted, yeah, nigga get patted up
I want everythin' I see, just bag it up
Too many cameras on the condo, just need to back me up
Yeah, she dropped her draws, her ass soft like cotton balls
Can't even hold the Draco in my hand, it jump like a frog (grrt)
Boy, kill yourself, you think my daughter ain't gettin' fed
Havin' that type of bankroll, that'll get a nigga stretched (stretched)
Yeah, they talkin' 'bout doin' this and that, but you know they scared
Nigga mad 'bout they bankroll, income ain't comin' in, yeah

Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever
I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater
I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)
I'm pullin' up, four hundred and better
It's a real blizzard storm in this motherfuckin' bezel
I poured my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin' me treasure (I wrote me a letter)
I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hidin'
My bitch, exotic, like somethin' from the islands
My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence
LA, I'm ducked off, in the hills, the highest

My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby (my baby)
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby (hey, baby)

Smellin' like Tom Ford, baby girl lovin' my hygiene (hygiene)
Yeah, I'm drippin' in fashion, and I ride with these magazines
Choker chain dance, yeah, fast car drivin'
Stains on my jeans, it wasn't for that, you woulda never caught me
I just have a lot of rings on me like a Audi
Lifestyle I'm livin', I'll never pop it
He made the wrong turn on Bleveland, then they burnt him up
Ridin' 'round with a lot of racks in my jeans
Yeah, I got Birkins on me (racks)
Ho thought I was slow because I was sippin' codeine
Bitch, you burnt as f*ck
Know you runnin' 'round here fuckin' the whole gang 
Yeah, you slurpin' us

Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever
I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater
I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)
I'm pullin' up, four hundred and better
It's a real blizzard storm in this motherfuckin' bezel
I poured my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin' me treasure (I wrote me a letter)
I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hidin'
My bitch, exotic, like somethin' from the islands
My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence
LA, I'm ducked off, in the hills, the highest

My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby 
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby 

I thought I loved somebody a lot, until I had my daughter
Now I know, I gotta go home to my daughter and wake up next to her
When she wake up in the morning she gon' be like, "Oh my dad right here," every time

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