Lyrics:
song not mines
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Please hold your applause
For I just applied logic keys
Keys open doors
Now I'm balcony, opera,
chalk like a black board
The coke chorus, Soprano, piano provocateur
I mob forward get knocked for it
I play keys and got the locks for em
It's an art
Go out in all black in the dark
I promise that he won't get far
Nigga they clearing the way when I park
I'm smoking on gas and I'm higher than mars
that I came
This site is mine, I'd never sell my domain
The most visited dot com
Is my own while you swinging em' pom poms
Rhyme my poems and it's
round magazine and a dot
FMJ's by the box, nigga
Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga
Shouldn't find that surprising
Cause I bought the muthafucka from
face salute
Parlez-vous Français? Salut
Je m'appelle J-M-E
Let me show you around this jungle
I get black like Akon's hair
So black if you black out
Dot, I ain't trippin' off them dominoes no more
Just calling
Sorry to hear what happened to your homeboy
But don't learn the hard way like I did,
I'm wrapping mine like razors
[Chorus]
I came from the grime house
Now I'm on the mainstream
Some say I lost it, nah I'm on a whole keys
Like I
to catch a friendly
Strays from the same shade nigga, we on the same team
Giving you respect, I expect the same thing
All-black everything, nigga you know
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
where these hoes hold my dog bones
I dog whistle and they download my ring tone
And she's so hypnotized by this pimp's poem
What I got here is mine go
standing in front of you
Paint a picture with this pen is all I ever wanna do
Who am I, Black man
Where I’m from, St. Lou
What am I, the tattoos on my arms
I assume her pussy tight
Look, I'm nice I'm not your average rapper
I black out, just ask the crackers
When I aim 9's I aim mine diagonally
So you
When I wear this black tee
When I look through my mask see, see
When I smoke some other good weed
I am the King of Keys
I am the King of Keys
I am
( Verse 1 )
Look
Look
We gone take the black back cuz it ain't ours
Invest in small business to create power
They fear our unity
They don't
right through you
Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Maui
In the two thousand six pitch black Audi
Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy
Doody, to you
right through you
Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Maui
In the two thousand six pitch black Audi
Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy
Doody, to you
and ain't look back since
Clock go tock tock tock
Right by my side if I need 'em on the dot
Life is a show, you was never in the plot
Send ya best friend, Ima
5 years later still pulling glass out of my head
Well I should be dead
I should be dead
Black out the last 7 night
Need dad is to borrow the car keys
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
stick around in the streets I still run
Where I’m from they’re known to carry steel guns
So I gotta keep mine yeah I conceal one
Gotta be ready for
Black Queen God-Is earth Mathematics proof that God exists
Black chromatics on the keys Black Seas
Black Queen Bees manifestation of existence
Connecting all the dots, see the boy with the bop
Never flop, when I drop, when you looking at the carcass
Here the car keys, Yeah we barking
No Maltese dog,
C-C-C-Conductor
Ah
Stovie's home, I spin keys to gold
Saran wrap on the floor, been rippin' 'em like Bruce Bowen
My young boy got the pole, his
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