Lyrics:
Like to join a gang is the key
For my people to get the cash
Since a kid I been wanted a bigger bag
My sections is gonna last
This is facts
Same young
creature, the weed will have you in purgatory screaming for eternity
You will relive every key mistake you've ever made in your life
Over and over and over
cash in your face
We don't want your kind living in here
Ay, you might be a great doctor
You might be a great lawyer
You might possess the key
with Ye, he got the cash for it (cash for it)
Balenciaga in the living room, I ain't even open the box yet
Box card, box cutter, got these niggas boxed
investigations, heard they plottin' like I trap
20 mil' in cash, they know I got that off a rap
Maybe it's the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts
the cops to keep 'em blind
So we can grind with peace of mind
Turn the key and shine without being dimed
Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado
villain two times, I'm a cash cow
Tried R&B but I'm back to the raps now
Rolling a blunt in a Benz and it's blacked out
Formula one how I'm chasing this bag
seemed to be slowing and I was getting away with ease
I reached into my pocket and started fumbling for my keys
My car was in sight I was sure that I’d
Man's Key
Your new to this but we been vinyl hogs
You talk pussy like Vagina Monologs
You walk rookie, probably mistook me for a fed
Cause I moved in
Needles in the arm for the dog bite (woo)
Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (that's what God like)
Vvs' dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels
me
I can pull up anytime, for a nightcap baby
(Cause your wish is my command I'm one call away)
So baby lemme know when I can come by
Tell me what you
quicker than Michael Vick,
You sitting in a red Santa playing Atlanta.
That thing Fiji Sarafini water,
The Black Hurricane I'm trouble in a quarter.
Nine
sittin' in a 3 in a quarter
Unaware of the manslaughter
So I approach the man
The keys to the cars, cash and coke
"Get the fuck on the floor
Or get smoked!"
Wanna see her eat my semen
Crash the Porsche n Lamborghini
Audemar for different reasons
Start the car without keys in
Niggas cappn bragging treason
Beat
Plug, I was juggin', finessin', and flexin', till I ran into the plug
I got the key wrapped up in the Louis V now they call me the plug
I'm out in
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
damn hard, she be spazzin'
I been breakin' hearts, by the masses
U-huh,
When i cash out, gotta cash in
I'ma pass out, i dont pass in
And my circle small,
sittin' in a 3,
In a quarter,
On the way of the manslaughter,
So I approach the man,
The keys to the car, cash and the coke,
Get the fuck on the floor,
the goalie
Michael Jackson with the walk went I stunt
This is a Vibe
Ima pull up and I flex in a ride
My flow, yea it came from the sky
Same gang and I rep for
mutilated like cannibal over serpent rattles
I'm seeing shadows and bodies swingin' from gallows
As I'm sitting in a circle surrounded by seven candles
My
the cops to keep 'em blind
So we can grind with peace of mind
Turn the key and shine without being dimed
Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado
ain't trough
Comin' hard as fuck I be like acin' and I'm icin'
Steppin' into the ring fuckin' 'em up like Michael Tyson
Gimme all your cash 'cause
Got 86 on that dash, got 87 in cash, and I'm born in '88
Born and raised in New York, so you do the math
Pass that dutch, oh
I'mma get a little high
on
Don't hit me when the game is on
Big bets that I'm banking on
Tickets cash
I put half the winnings in the stash
Then I take the other half
Parlay
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