This is a song about "Keeping it real up in the feel"

My mind is what i'm keeping from the spies in plain sight creeping

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I'm a king of that hill,i'm keeping it real

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

'cuz it's real when i speak it up in tongues, it ain't hard to tell

And how the purpose is keeping idiots in these nations,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Switch the flow up quick im startin to feel it,

Now this shit is turning to a habit

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I seemingly feel the need, for keepin it real in beats when speaking tough

So the happiness i feel , must not be real.

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

The victims real shaken up

We're young and we don't give a fuck