Keepin' Tabs (feat. KP)

Came with a glock

Made it rain made it pop

Run a train on the opps

It get lonely at the top

Extendo play sirens it sound like a cop

This choppa a farmer he cut down the crop

Made em all drop made em pop like a cork

The strap kosher it ain't takin' no pork

Got fans cross the map from the six to New York

My stick caught 4 opps so I call it a fork

I see the game in 20/20 vision

The choppa stare at me it start hissin'

Bullets rainin' on me but they missin'

Breakin' up these gangs, bitch we split em up like fission

Takin' down these opps bitch I'm making' it my mission

When we knock up on your door, you better let us in

We run easy in our ears and we living by the spins

When we come of age, we gon fest in Berlin

Call up our names, but it depends on who's asking

We faithful to our city and we got a heart of gold

So you know who to call when you need a hand to hold

My cards are held up, but you know I'll never fold

You out before the start, got no one to oppose

I ain't lil baby yeah I can't hit all the high notes

But you my baby yeah you higher than a side hoe

This song was untitled, don't know what to call it

Try to find a theme can't snap, crackle, no pop it

Gonna squash all the opps with KP all up on it

Got so many features, so you gon just watch it

(Yuh)

KP on the mic

So you already know these bars finna be tight (yuh)

And y'all looking at me like something ain't right

Well I don't give a fuck cuz now it's on sight (yuh yuh yuh)

Ain't no talking just spittin' cuz we don't play

I'm with my boy MTL zone it's Jazzy J

You best believe we take this shit serious it aint no game

Like wild beasts in the mind we can't be tamed (yuh)

Keep keeping tabs on these gangs on these fans

Do the most do the rounds like a regular at Six Flags

Six bags of cash in my hands flowin' fast

No hands burnin bands then i slide on your mans

Writing' up my rhymes i'm in trans to the three

Rep the 4 and the 8 till it take hold of me

(ey) Ice freeze so i put on the CC

Pc heat up from my beats till it burn me

PP yeah I won't sign no peace treat

So many instrumentals woulda thought I had a beat tree

PG yeah it wont go so easy

I cannot step down till somebody start bleedin'

I cannot step down till they shit disappearin'

We goin' so hard that we make it look easy and

In some time its my name they cheerin'

Come to think now that future is nearin'