Keys 2 the City

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Nipsey Hussle

Ermias Asghedom (born August 15, 1985), better known by his stage name Nipsey Hussle (often stylized as Nipsey Hu$$le), is an American rapper from Los Angeles, California. more »

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Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been makin' money (yeah) 
I got the key to the city (oh-oh) 
It feels good to be on top 
I got the key to the city (oh-oh) 
This is how it is to be a big shot
Hussle, Hussle

Listen
Look, black on black Mercedes Benz
Tattoo all my lady friends
Nipsey on they titties, more game than ESPN
I turn these hoes to lesbians
Make her f*ck her best of friends
Get head for one hour, smoke a blunt then catch my second wind
Hoppin' off my tour bus, she probably just had sex with him
She's out of your possession
You cannot protect her then
South Central that's my residence
Deadly like those Seven Sins
And if I'm not the king of this
I must be the president
O-m-g I'm ill as shit!
Money is my medicine
Shout out to my niggas in the pen text messagin'
Shout out to them bitches gettin' it in, in they crevices
Conjugal visits make sex seem so irrelevant
Forget about the risk we took, I never can
Rebel in this white mans world until they bury him
Bein' broke is so un-American
That's why I'm screamin', "All Money In!"
'Til the end, nigga

Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been makin' money (yeah) 
I got the key to the city (oh-oh) 
It feels good to be on top 
I got the key to the city (uh, oh-oh) 
This is how it is to be a big shot (yeah, let's go)

Listen, look
Pull up in that old school 
Me and lil Shady Blue
Fresh up out the county jail 
They held us both without no bail
Ten stacks to my lawyer, said a prayer that we prevail
Jealous niggas hated that, love to see a nigga fail
Miss me with that, "Bro, I love you"
Suck a nigga beef for real
Fake as four dollar bills
Hit the gas, we out of here
On our way to Fox Hills, spendin' like we got a mil'
Smokin so much kush it got us feelin' like we off a pill
They know we got dollars still
Them bitches know they got the bill
Eatin' Benihana's daily, drive my baby mama crazy
Name a nigga that could fade me
Pussy that does not persuade me
Got a swag that make 'em hate me
Plus we never shop at Macy's
Louis V, and Gucci maybe
Neiman Marcus, blue Mercedes
We was both familiar faces
Spendin' thousands, dodgin' cases
And f*ck a bottle bring a case is what we told the waitress
Then pop Clicquot for all of y'all that tried to play us

Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred (Hussle, dedicated to all you niggas)
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need (all you fake bitches)
And that's the reason that they love me (SB, what up bro?)
'Cause I've been makin' money (yeah) (the marathon continues, nigga)
I got the key to the city (oh-oh) (yeah, keys to the motherfuckin' city)
It feels good to be on top (we got that)
I got the key to the city (uh, oh-oh) 
(Cali on my back, the new voice of LA and I'm speakin' for you niggas)
This is how it is to be a big shot (Hussle, Hussle)

Dre past, Def Jam, Capital, Alantic too
Thought that I'll be dead or doin' life, 'cause what I rap is true
Just another you know who, Sam had some time to do
And, yeah, Steve is cool, but I heard Vick you's a animal
F*ck what they was talkin' 'bout
We just did what we had to do
Became the most valuable, after I dropped Volume 2
On the West Coast at least, now for the West Coast I speak
'Cause on a level four with Gilbon is where I'm 'posed to be
I be on some business shit, y'all bring out the Loc in me
And like a broke weed head, my pistol'll smoke for free
Imani ain't gone know the streets
Gotta keep her close to me
Put that on the man that's on the cross on my rosary
Wasn't always bangin', but I speak about it openly
No shame in my game I did my thing', on the coldest streets
Who's the hottest on the West? All you niggas know it's me
So tell whoever got it locked, that Nipsey Hussle stole the key, nigga

Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred (yeah)
And I stay blunted (yeah)
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been makin' money (yeah) 
I got the key to the city (oh-oh) 
(Pop bottles, count cash, 
It feels good to be on top 
F*ck bitches love life, my nigga you only live once
I got the key to the city (uh, oh-oh) 
And for damn sure we gon' leave this motherfucker 
This is how it is to be a big shot (yeah, let's go)
Slauson Boyz, All Money In, no money out, nigga

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