Lyrics of 'For Keeps (feat. YoungBoy NBA)' by Rich The Kid

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My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat and we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps (woo)
They knocking 'em off for cheap (what?)
I pray to the lord my soul to keep (woo, woo)
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (yeah)
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep (yeah)

I want the money, but you want the fame
Lil' nigga (fame, lil' nigga, yeah)
Ran the check way up, my pockets bigger (woo, woo)
Brought the lil' foreign bitch
We don't take no pictures (we don't take no pictures)
Pull the stick out, they don't want no issues (grrah, baow)
Don't want no issues, don't want no issues (want no issues)
Sometimes I tote two guns, I run with plenty killers (plenty killers)
I rock two rollies, I'm not regular
I'm straight out them trenches (out the trenches)
Got a new maybach, ain't drove it once
But dropped some ashes in it (vroom)
Got platinum plaques and I got gold and got several pennies
I'm from the block, no talk and watch, forever mind my business
Put that on my four sons, I won't fold, I be toting that glizzy
This ankle bracelet on my leg, I'm already sentenced

My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat
And we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps (woo)
They knocking 'em off for cheap (what?)
I pray to the lord my soul to keep (woo, woo)
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (yeah)
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep

Tryna rock something (rock)
Ain't leaning off them xans, I be charged up (up)
Poppin', go to set tripping, throwing b's in that order (bet)
Dave died from that chopper at 16, wish I can call him
And we don't charge 'em
She told, but that's my blood, so we ain't charge 'em
Told my nigga if they play, then they gon' die today (what?)
No, they ain't never seen a nigga spraying out the wraith (skrrt)
Lawyer need a quarter mil'
And he gon' beat the case (he gon' beat the case)
Make another half a mil', I threw it in the safe (woo, woo, woo)
I can't kick it with these niggas 'cause they all fake
Nah, we ain't never going broke because we all straight
Made another hundred, had a long day (long day)
Pullin' out the chopper, look the wrong way

My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat
And we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps (woo)
They knocking 'em off for cheap (what?)
I pray to the lord my soul to keep (woo, woo)
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (yeah, never broke)
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them
They all strangers to me (rich forever, ever)
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep (no cap)

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