Keyz 2 the City 2

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 nigga don't need a seatbelt, a nigga don't need a seatbelt

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

Shit can get real, fuck around and get your ass robbed

Nigga fuck around and tell you shit, 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 fuckin' 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 bitch in Swahili, tattoo my name in graffiti

Wack at your hood in graffiti, come through your hood on the weekend

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 till 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 nigga, lookin' weird

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

Talk to that bitch in Swahili, tattoo my name in graffiti

Wack at your hood in graffiti, come through your hood on the weekend

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 nigga 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 nigga 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 shit