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Keep Up (feat. Chad Frozt)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brock Simpson
Brock Simpson
Songwriter
chad salman
chad salman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Flash
Kid Flash
Producer

Lyrics

Uh Here it is Moment you've been waiting for L-I-V-I-D Uh, let's go I been on my grind, getting dough like a pastry They tell me all the time I should grow up, I said make me Not even in prime, it's still early, I'm a baby Ya'll can fall in line, couldn't keep up if you race me Not in my prime I feel like an elephant Up on the rise Let's go for the hell of it Feel I can fly Nose dive like a pelican Jump to the side I'm making me relevant Know that I'll die And become a skelton When I am tired And finally settling But until then I am pedistool stepping Again and I'm bringing my friends And we elegant That's my pace in the race I race Hitting Coachella cuz that's a big game place Making these letters for all the fans I made And making a set up For all the new game trait's Please my man don't waste my time If you don't even know bout the game I play Yeah drop the venom I got amoxacillin I'm about to numb the feeling But you gon' feel my pain Asking if I got it bro Man I got it locked down! Why you even talking yo When you haven't even found Any mutha fucking flow Watch it, I'm a take the crowd I won't ever drop it, no It won't ever hit the ground! I been on my grind, getting dough like a pastry They tell me all the time I should grow up, I said make me Not even in prime, it's still early, I'm a baby Ya'll can fall in line, couldn't keep up if you race me Ya'll couldn't keep up, not on your feet dawg Coughing and wheezing, hasta la vista Profits I see just not what I need Ya'll falling asleep while I'm pocketing cheese I work hard for the G's, and I maul all the beats When you're talking to me it's like Gospel I speak And I'm confident we ain't a moderate team We're dominant, leagues above all of these freaks Raw dawg, ya'll el gato Ya'll got tunnel vision, El Chapo Not soft, I go hard so pop off and get your jaw broke Mask on, no hockey team just Laughing like Joaquin Phoenix Bash on these cocky demons That's all they got for me, bruh? I been taking a lashing but you don't know half of it Savages after this, battling back again Tryna get what I been working for, stashing it But I'm scratching and clawing and backing 'em off as much as I can I'm Mayweather bitch, ain't nothing gon' land I'm Ray Lewis, no one can run at your man I'm lapping the game, keep up if ya can I been on my grind, getting dough like a pastry They tell me all the time I should grow up, I said make me Not even in prime, it's still early, I'm a baby Ya'll can fall in line, couldn't keep up if you race me I pray that when I go to sleep These angels won't let go of me I'm hanging on this rope cuz see The pain is like some dopamine I pray that when I go to sleep These angels won't let go of me I'm hanging on this rope cuz see The pain is like some dopamine I been on my grind, getting dough like a pastry They tell me all the time I should grow up, I said make me Not even in prime, it's still early, I'm a baby Ya'll can fall in line, couldn't keep up if you race me
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