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Kept It Too Real - Instrumental

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I broke bread with you, nigga, showed you where I live
You talk it, nigga, but you don't understand what real is
When it came to you pussy ass nigga I woulda killed
But it was my fault, nigga, I kept it too real

We bust choppas at niggas, laid in bushes together
You had me fooled, dog, I thought you was my fuckin' nigga
Woulda did a hundred years for ya, cause I fucked wit ya
You taught me what a good heart in these streets will get a nigga
Not a muthafuckin thang but a sad picture
Hurt me when I found out you had pussy in yo heart, nigga
I never thought I'd say it but muthafuck a friend
Cause your dog be the one that cross you in the end
The shit I know now wish I'd knew it back then
But goin through it with a fuck nigga is what make a man
I treat yo pussy ass better than I did my own kin
When a nigga locked up or broke that's when they claim love you then

I broke bread with you, nigga, showed you where I live
You talk it, nigga, but you don't understand what real is
When it came to you pussy ass nigga I woulda killed
But it was my fault, nigga, I kept it too real

What was mine was yours, but what yours wasn't mine
If a nigga woulda told me you was flaw I woulda thought he was lyin'
But every nigga gone show his hand in due time
I kept it so muthafuckin real with you that I was blind
Cause I was too busy showin love I ain't see the signs
When you needed me pussy, I came thru everytime
Whether you was right or wrong, fuck nigga, I was ridin'
But you envied me nigga in the back of yo' mind
You wasn't a hundred, nigga, you was real part-time
I broke you off when them fuck niggas wouldn't give you a dime
I ain't owe you shit, nigga, I just wanted to see you shine
You never gave me shit, nigga, I had my own grind
And ain't need yo' choppas, I had my own nine
I'm a hundred, nigga, I done did me and yo' time
You can't trust your own homies, who the fuck can you trust
I got more pride in my choppas so to me that's enough

I broke bread with you, nigga, showed you where I live
You talk it, nigga, but you don't understand what real is
When it came to you pussy ass nigga I woulda killed
But it was my fault, nigga, I kept it too real

And God ain't makin' you fuck niggas like he used to
A nigga believe his ho now fo' he believe you
And cause you thug wit a nigga don't mean the love true
It used to matter what you and yo' niggas done been thru
A nigga can be yo' dog one day and turn pussy out the blue
A fuck nigga gone do what a fuck nigga gone do
Better off runnin' by yo'self if you only knew
Don't mean that nigga a hundred cause he'll fuckin shoot
And money don't mean he real cause he got loot
If a nigga heart ain't right no tellin what he'll do
And real niggas extinct, it's only a fuckin few
Cause ninety-nine percent of these fuck niggas ain't true

I broke bread with you, nigga, showed you where I live
You talk it, nigga, but you don't understand what real is
When it came to you pussy ass nigga I woulda killed
But it was my fault, nigga, I kept it too real

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