Lyrics

[Verse 1: KUZGUN] 'Till you got skills at all you can't be me My uncle sold that dope, for 20 more years he can't be free I got car keys and ki's coming every other day FBI got those all-whites checking on me fucking every other day I rap because I can't make any fucker pay For that white girl or white girls, both lifeless in the trunk There's a war and election with two bad sides, only those biased is the dumb I ain't been asleep since I was born, I ain't seen my dad since I left the lord Throwing us in the pen same as mighty as the psych's ward Rhyme scheme go crazy when I'm back at it My homies still go crazy for new crack addicts My swag different, my jag different 12-inch dick, I brag different All my niggas started from the bottom All my niggas poppin' You gon' think a nigga's psychic You ain't seen nothin' like this I should probably copyright this I promise they ain't gonna like this [Hook: Future] I got the keys, keys, keys I got the keys, keys, keys I got the keys, keys, keys I got the keys, keys, keys We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips I got the keys, keys, keys I got the keys, keys, keys [Verse 2 - JC Assassin] Ex on the teeth, sex on the beach Hex on my reading, next on the streets No love in these streets for a young gun nigga I be balling harder than 21, nigga Lebron mixed with Don Juan, I conquer A monster, everything I'm up onto the gunga You bonkers if you thinking you bombers is on top I sold my soul to the whole like a pawn shop Corn pops make my porn horn pop, bitch Niggas couldn't see my ass with optics I'm full of school spirit, no mascot Bet the bullet put you in the handicap spot I got the weed, the trees, the green Mary Jane blow it into the breeze Started rapping cause it isn't hard Bitch, I got the keys like a prison guard! [Hook: Future] I got the keys, keys, keys I got the keys, keys, keys I got the keys, keys, keys I got the keys, keys, keys We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips I got the keys, keys, keys I got the keys, keys, keys [Verse 3: Charlie F] I got the keys, keys, keys I got the trees, trees, trees I got the cheese, cheese, cheese I got the steez, steez, steez Pleadin' the fifth for the fifth time this week Tryna' arrest me for blowing some weed And turning the stove to 100 degrees I got lucky my homie bailed me out with ease Smoking and drinking all that Hennessy Bumping Major Key and All Eyez On Me Feds following me yelling "Get on your knees!" I just wanna smoke weed by the court, nigga, please? Running from 'em all day, I can barely breathe Hyperventilating like a heart disease Luckily they couldn't match my expertise So I'm ordering dope from way overseas Out there in LA with all the OGs Throwing up blood like STDs Looking back at middle school, man, I could've O.D'd But that Zoloft got me back to reality Now I'm on top and I'm selling CDs This shit saved my life, in actuality It can only get better, I guarantee Cuz I started from the bottom, but I'm finally free [Hook: Future] I got the keys, keys, keys I got the keys, keys, keys I got the keys, keys, keys I got the keys, keys, keys We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips I got the keys, keys, keys I got the keys, keys, keys