Desiigner – Keep It Going Lyrics

Keep It Going

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"Keep It Going." - Desiigner

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 12:57 am

Album: Rebirth

Track No: 06

Hide the money, I keep it real
Know nuttin' else but to keep it real
Mama always told me keep it real
Fuck the lying shit, it get you killed
Screw your face up with the drill
Young nigga originally stacking this mil
Don't give a fuck how you feel
Hide the money, I keep it real
Know nuttin' else but to keep it real
Mama always told me keep it real
Fuck the lying shit, it get you killed
Screw your face up with the drill
Young nigga originally stacking this mil
Don't give a fuck how you feel
I been getting money all night, playa
I been getting money all night, I played ya
With this brick I could make it
Slip it all for this paper
Codeine sipping, late gooder
Go buy this purple Fanta
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, I'm in danger
Put the MAC on your shorty
Dipstick, it's red lipstick makeup
Threw hundred thousand in the club
When I do a hundred, yeah I get the paper
Yeah, these niggas get the bands up
Dunk, dunk, hit a lay-up
Young nigga counting them racks
Turning the powder to crack
Niggas should 'low all the chat
If you had money, how would you act?
I'm living this life
Don't listen to dem, they're living a lie
After I whip up this brick into five
Think I might go take a trip to Dubai
These bricks got me dripping in ice
Your chick want some dick for the night
My uncle try give me advice
Like I don't know he's been hitting the pipe
This shit isn't nice
So we cash out on clothes and glittery ice
Bro, this brick isn't right
How it ain't even locking, it's sitting in ice
Catch me in my trap, I'm laughing
It's a joke
'Cause I just sold a boy a brick
And only half of it was coke
Can you catch my drift?
I was young in mum's tryna add some mix
She came home early
Caught me cooking, nearly had a fit
Hide the money, I keep it real
Know nuttin' else but to keep it real
Mama always told me keep it real
Fuck the lying shit, it get you killed
Screw your face up with the drill
Young nigga originally stacking this mil
Don't give a fuck how you feel
I been getting money all night, playa
I been getting money all night, I played ya
With this brick I could make it
Slip it all for this paper
Codeine sipping, late gooder
Go buy this purple Fanta
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, I'm in danger
Put the MAC on your shorty
Dipstick, it's red lipstick makeup
Threw hundred thousand in the club
When I do a hundred, yeah I get the paper
Yeah, these niggas get the bands up
Dunk, dunk, hit a lay-up
Young nigga got my cake out
Went to Japan, got my BAPE out
In my lap, I got makeup
She was just dying to taste cuz
Biscayne, pull the Wraith up
Dice on me, nigga shake something
Shooter

Writer(s): Desiigner.

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