Artist: Rich The Kid f/ NBA YoungBoy Album: The World Is Yours 2 Song: For Keeps Typed by: AZ Lyrics (Chase Money Ap) 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 off that heat And we leave stains in the street, yeah They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep Gotta know we playin' for keeps They knockin' 'em off for cheap I pray to the Lord, my soul to keep I made a hundred thousand, I was sleep These niggas fake, I don't fuck with 'em They all strangers to me One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep I want the money, but you want the fame lil nigga Ran the check way up, my pockets bigger Fucked the lil foreign bitch, we don't take no pictures Pulled the stick out, they don't want no issues Don't want no issues, don't want no issues Sometimes I tote two guns, I run with plenty bullets I rock two Rollies, I'm not regular I'm straight out the trenches Got a new Maybach, ain't drove it once But dropped some ashes in it Got platinum plaques and I got gold And got several pendants I'm just from the block No talking, watch, forever minding 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 sensitive My heart calls, I bet the angels agree These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them They all strangers to me We play for keeps, laid out that heat And we leave stains in the street They take a stand we make 'em all go to sleep Gotta know we playin' for keeps They knockin' 'em off for cheap I pray to the lord, may soul to keep I made a hundred thousand, I was sleep These niggas fake, I don't fuck with 'em They all strangers to me One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep Tryin' to box something ain't leaning off them Xans, I be charged up Popping, go to set tripping, throwin' B's in that order Dave died from that chopper at 16, fast extinguish, wish I can call him And we don't charge 'em She told me that's my blood so we ain't charging So my nigga if they play, then they gon' die today No, they ain't never seen a nigga spraying out the Wraith Lawyer need a quarter mil and he gon' beat the case Make another half a mil, I threw it in the safe I can't kick it with these niggas 'cause they all fake No we ain't never going broke because we all straight Made another hunnid had a long day Pullin' out the chopper look the wrong way My heart calls, I bet the angels agree These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them They all strangers to me We play for keeps, laid out that heat And we leave stains in the street They take a stand we make 'em all go to sleep Gotta know we playin' for keeps They knockin' 'em off for cheap I pray to the lord, may soul to keep I made a hunnid thousand, I was sleep These niggas fake, I don't fuck with 'em They all strangers to me One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep No cap! You dig? Huh