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Keep Ya Head Up
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Rap
Keep Ya Head Up was released on February 2, 2018 by FDF Sound as a part of the album After the Pain
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Release DateFebruary 2, 2018
LabelFDF Sound
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Project Jit
Project Jit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aristide L Jenkins
Aristide L Jenkins
Songwriter

Lyrics

Could it be you calling me down?
(They say anyone can catch an eye)
My foolish heart turns out to be blind
(But someone special gotta catch the heart)
All that I am is all that you see
(But to be honest baby, I ain't the type that'll lead you on)
You don't need nobody else if you're putting this all on me
(I'ma keep it real)
Forget about it
There's no greater love
Just open your eyes
(Just open your eyes, be on P)
Just hold out your hand and place it to mine
('Cause the only thing I ever had was the streets)
Forever it's you, forever it's me
(All I ever had was the streets)
You don't need nobody else
(Look, look, look)
Just close your eyes and hold me
Honestly baby I don't need nobody but this 40 cal beside me
If I up it I'ma ride it
Few skeletons in my closet I can't tell no one about it
Father Lord please guide me 'cause the devil tryna rob me
And the feds wanna hide me, fake shooters wanna slide me
But I ain't never hiding, got the whole BH behind me
You hide and we ride, you talk and we spark
Hit your block, it's man down, detects and white chalk
Boy did 7 years upstate and just jumped
Now pop gotta go and do 6, it's fucked up
Bloody P did 5 for a couple homicides
Every time his old girl called, I was by her side
Big dog did 4 for 56 grams of snow
The young boys gon' blow on standby ready to go
Then it boiled down to me, I just came home from 3
From the streets to the cell block, I kept that shit G
I'm just tryna break the cycle, I'm just tryna find a key
You gotta crawl before you walk, you gotta think before you speak
Better practice what you preach before you end up under sheets
'Cause when you out here in these streets it's mandatory keep a heat
Yeah, better get a grip before you slip
Mandatory, 365 days a year
168 Hours a week
All day every day we tryna get it
I'm that same **** from the bottom
They spot him and then I got him
We with it, we really 'bout it
These **** just want chips, I want the whole enchilada
We striking 'em, no lighter, we bringing the streets fire
If he dead and he said what I said then he a liar
I ain't never said shit, them crackers listening through the wire
BH we straight, clique tighter than some pliers
If you hate then you fake, none of my **** relate
All I ever wanted was to make sure my mom straight
Big house out of state, base out on a lake
Eating lobster or steak, 10 bedroom estate
Smoking sticky on the hill, get a chance to write my will
Fuck how you haters feel 'cause I'ma tell 'em how it is
Fuck tryna chase a bitch, I'm just tryna chase a mill
My stomach touching my back, I'm just tryna get a meal
Motherfuck a record deal, I was tryna pay the bills
When mom came home crying that shit gave me chills
She told me never fail and always be prepared
I realized shit was real, I never had fear
It's BH, we straight and **** we right here
Like my **** Jit said ****, we here
There's millions in front of us ****
And you know what's coming behind
(BH ****, we straight)
You don't need nobody else
All you need is me
They told me youngin' keep your head up
Mad can't go off your feelings, think smart
Even when a **** fed up
Youngin' get your bread up
Going to war with the devil
We ain't scared, you know a **** goin' head up
They told me youngin' keep your head up
Mad can't go off your feelings, think smart
Even when a **** fed up
Youngin' get your bread up
Going to war with the devil
We ain't scared, you know a **** goin' head up
Childhood friends switched up on me, I don't know who to trust
The devil on my back, feel like I'm going to war with Lucifer
This 40 on my hip, my finger itching, I'm ready to bust
I'm with the same **** from way back when we was playing touch
Skeletons in my closet, I'm feeling like Eminem
Jumping in this water, it's polluted, I hope you can swim
Running up on ****, they locking up like they knees bad
We touch 'em like it's freeze tag and smoke 'em like a weed bag, ****
Jit, Jit
BH we straight ****
We don't fuck with the fake
Only the real relate
Better practice what you preach before you end up under sheets ****
BH ****, ha
Written by: Aristide L Jenkins
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