Keys Open Doors [Clean] lyrics

Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Make ya skin crawl, press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon' stop us? F*** the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper
Seein' my life through the windshields of choppers
I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla
Money's the least, drag a b**** by her dog collar
Now *** folla', this is my ghetto story
Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta
Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here
So much white you might think ya Holy Christ is near
Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare
Ice trays, Nada, all you see is pigeons paired
The realest s*** I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
It's crack pot inspired, my real n***** quote
B**** never cook my ***, why? Never trust a ho with your child
At you make believe rappers I smile, ha
Canals treatin' my style, like you Internet sharing my files
You're my space n******
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin' on Sara Fin'
Wellfy check n****, I never been, *** money clean through Maryland
sh*t, countin' just gasp at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, ain't a b**** realer
So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya
Now get the f*** off
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Yeah, check it
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Throw it on the scale, feed ya *** self
Get it how you live, we don't ask for help, no
Word on the street is you gon' love how it melt
And I don't come with a pitch neither, the s*** sell itself
I yell re-up 'til I'm locked like ma-mia
And get it cross the state with the grace of Maria
Keep on toys, you gon' know us when you see us
Living street tales worthy of Don Divas
K*** in the floor, mistress in Dior
b*tch tell me she love me, but I know she's a ***
sh*t could get ugly, *** she talk to the Lord now
It's just what I get, it's the roses of war
*** the bureau, rather be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, *** *** in plurals
Just like Heaven as I gaze at the mural
What a piece of mind when you copy some Shapiro's
Cheers to the future as we toast to life
I'm preventing Miami, I'm a socialite, n****
The cars is big, the cribs is bigger
The kids are happy, the perfect picture
Gem star razor, the fruit of my labor
And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor
These b***** fake like the h*** on flavor
But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper, yes
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors