Keyz 2 the City 2 lyrics

by

JAY-Z


[Verse 1: 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 n*gga don't need a seatbelt, a n*gga don't need a seatbelt
Nah, it don't cost to keep it real, run up, get done up
sh*t can get real, f*ck around and get your ass robbed
n*gga f*ck around and take your sh*t, got you askin' God why
Drag your ass into an alley, pull out, aim for the target
Should've never been around the killers
In my town, we the f*ckin' realest
No Cheddar 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

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
I got the key to the city, I got a ho that's saddity
Talk to that b*tch in Swahili, tattoo my name in graffiti
Whack out your hood in graffiti
Come through your hood on the weekly
None of y'all n*ggas can't see me
None of y'all n*ggas can't see me
[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
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
n*ggas died, n*ggas 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 an engineer
Pick a side, gotta keep it there, switchin' up, n*gga, lookin' weird

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
I got the key to the city, I got a ho that's saddity
Talk to that b*tch in Swahili, tattoo my name in graffiti
Whack out your hood in graffiti
Come through your hood on the weekly
None of y'all n*ggas can't see me
None of y'all n*ggas can't see me
[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
Tappin' in
Say they waitin' for it, tell the streets a n*gga 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 n*gga 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 sh*t
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