TFlyinStr88 - Keep it Real #FTM (Official Music Video)

Out On All Digital Platforms: https://ditto.fm/keep-it-real-tflyins... Instagram: @T.FlyingStraight https://instagram.com/t.flyingstraigh... Twitter: @TFlyingStraight https://twitter.com/tflyingstraight?s=11 Lyrics- I came up out the streets & I can’t let go I was making bags from plastic like it’s Tesco Judge threw my right hand 14 I said hell no Couldn’t help the fact that we came from the ghetto And all the street n*ggas know how it feels When you look up in the fridge and all you see is finished milk & your mummy crying on the floor because she can’t pay the bills And your daddy left so how the fuck you supposed to feel You jus have to keep it real And my mum was working 6 nights so it’s 6 nights in the bank And I was a good kid growing I just gravitated to cash They took my n*gga Kraze he lost his freedom in a flash I remember the hard days kicking ball in the hallways I been running up cheques for a long time Copping BTC I was online Used to hug the curb I had no life Spent all my time on the roadside I got ptsd from the cold nights I got ptsd from the cold nights I came up out the streets & I can’t let go I was making bags from plastic like it’s Tesco Judge threw my right hand 14 I said hell no Couldn’t help the fact that we came from the ghetto And all the street n*ggas know how it feels When you look up in the fridge and all you see is finished milk & your mummy crying on the floor because she can’t pay the bills And your daddy left so how the fuck you supposed to feel, You jus have to keep it real I was in ma teens when I started building I hit the strip I didn’t know how I was feeling Codeine up in ma stomach really fucked my system Doc said for the drugs sir you need some prescription & all this pain that I felt man I’m still broken I’m still healing Trying to get to the bag I’m trying to make it out my system I’m trying to make it out my system! Came from broken baby’s shanks & knives I can never cap on guys Brother never had a life, I was trying to slap and ride Man I felt so much pain I thought I went insane Swerving in this new Rov Range I stay in my lane Old school days on BMX’s came from hungry belly’s Give a fuck about a cable we couldn’t watch no fucking telly And I came from a hard life used to wake up to no breaky I’m a young street n*gga how these n*ggas gone tell me..man! I was on the come up & I was goin hard Mummy working two jobs so her kids don’t even starve Ma right hand caught a M 14 years was the charge How the fuck I ain’t gone make it I’m the realist in this job I need bags and boxes paper cash Couple rubber bands Real hustlers in my team Couple killers with machines We some thugs with some dreams, Go hustle never sleep So I’m praying to lord every night I’m on my knees I came up out the streets & I can’t let go I was making bags from plastic like it’s Tesco Judge threw my right hand 14 I said hell no Couldn’t help the fact that we came from the ghetto And all the street n*ggas know how it feels When you look up in the fridge and all you see is finished milk & your mummy crying on the floor because she can’t pay the bills And your daddy left so how the fuck you supposed to feel You jus have to keep it real...