Keyz 2 the City 2 (feat. TeeFlii)

Uh, 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 take your shit, got you askin' "God, why?" Drag your ass into a alley, pull out, aim for the target Should've never been around 'em 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 weekly None of y'all niggas can see me, none of y'all niggas can see me Y'all ain't got nothin' like this over there Bunch of front line millionaires Bunch of self-made, out the trunk paid, 'gainst 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 disappeared, 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 Taste the salt inside my 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 weekly None of y'all niggas can see me, none of y'all niggas can see me Tappin in', said they waitin' for it Tell the streets a nigga back again Ridin' round inside the 'Bach again Rollin' flame inside the 'Bach again 405, another traffic jam Improvise 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