Keyz 2 The City 2 (Explicit)

Rollin' up some good pourin' up 'til we get faded

You know how we do it everybody takin' flicks of me

I got the keys to the city I don't need no limousine

I turn out when I pull up and tell my bookin' agent book a show

Runnin' 'round with the paper bag runnin' 'round with the paper bag

Goin' crazy spendin' all this cash goin' crazy spendin' all this cash

If I spend it I'ma get it back even when I'm ridin' round dirty

A n***a don't need a seatbelt a n***a don't need a seatbelt

Nah it don't cost to keep it real run up get done up

Sh*t can get real f**k around and get your ass robbed

n***a f**k around and tell you sh*t got ya askin' God why

Drag your ass into a alley pull out aim for the target

Should've never been around the killers in my town we the f**kin' realest

No Chedder Bobs 'round here I get to sprayin' they gon' get down

Ski mask over my face catch a body in broad day

Catch a body in broad day

I got the key to the city I got a hoe that's saddity

Talk to that b**ch in Swahili tattoo my name in graffiti

Wack at your hood in graffiti come through your hood on the weekly

None of ya'll niggas can see me none of ya'll niggas can see me

Ya'll ain't got nothin' like this over there bunch of front line millionaires

Bunch of self-made out the trunk paid against the odds really took it there

Any prob I'ma reappear with a squad you already fear

All this time I've been playin' fair seven digits every single year

Niggas died niggas disappear alibis I was really there

Life of crime 'til I get the chair Columbine in my trigger hair

Still I rise and I took the stairs feel the fire it's a different glare

All these fights it was never fair bustin' knuckles still I'm swingin' fierce

Face is swollen some I'm drippin' tears you should know I never had a fear

You should know I never had a shot never had a chance

Still I took it here

Manage pride but I see it clear strategize I'm a engineer

Pick a side gotta keep it there switchin' up n***a lookin' weird

I got the key to the city I got a hoe that's saddity

Talk to that b**ch in Swahili tattoo my name in graffiti

Wack at your hood in graffiti come through your hood on the weekly

None of ya'll niggas can see me none of ya'll niggas can see me

Tappin in' said they'd wait for it

Tell the streets a n***a back again

Ridin' round inside the back again

Rollin' flights inside the back again

405 another traffic jam

Improvised another master plan

Sit outside a n***a family pad

Another seven grams inside a sandwich bag

My whole life is like a balance act

People's champ but could you handle that

I pull up inside the black on black

And park this big ass Benz inside the handicap

What I done they can't imagine that

One of one it's like a magic trick

Matter fact it's like a lotto pick

That's why I gotta talk a lot of sh*t