Key (First Day Out)

Lyrics

[Intro: VonOff1700] Who, me? (Keep that shit lowkey, Tay) Y'all 'flaging Long live my niggas (Bomine did this) Lot of dead, go kiss the feet [Verse 1: VonOff1700] I'ma start this bitch like this, you play with me and end up dead (You know that) Long live Kevin, that boy took one to the head (You know that) If it's up there, then it's stuck there, boy, I said what I said (Bitch) I'm forever chasin' pape', I don't barely see my bed Switches in these SRTs, if we get caught, we goin' fed (Nigga) Forever scarred, so I'm forever takin' meds We don't do no leg shots, lil' boy, we aimin' at your head I told my shooter, "Go and spin and don't come back until he dead" (Gone) I ain't gon' lie, the opps some bitches, they ain't did shit to me I can still talk my shit, man, turn it off, I don't need the beat I spent two hundred on my shirt and spent a thousand on my sneaks This street shit ain't no joke, you ain't gon' make it if you weak (Pussy) Since opp 'nem wanna hide, it's okay, we just gon' seek Niggas' name in that paperwork, that ain't my cup of tea (Tea, nigga) Do lil' Von don't use his gun? Test your luck and we gon' see Free lil' Famous and MC, I'ma scream it 'til they free (Free my niggas, man, yeah) She got good pussy and she paid, shit, I guess she pushin' P Seein' them blood stains on the ground, that's what turned me to a beast When they took SB, that's when the murder rate increased (Know that) They hit the lights, I hit the gas, I ain't got time for no police Through all them long nights and that pain, this what I turned out to be (Yep, yep) We lost two niggas one summer, it'll never be no peace The shit that hit the hardest be the shit you expect the least We posted on that one now, check the block, then we gon' flee (Nigga) We take everything to trial, fuck I look like coopin' plea? (Dumb ass) In my hood, they can't backdoor me, nigga, why? 'Cause I'm the key (I'm him) He say he want me dead, when we bump heads, then we gon' see Okay, Von, what's your problem? Bitch, I'm cool, just let me be [Verse 2: SBG Brick] I don't really speak for niggas, I don't say too much myself I'm a skinny nigga, but you can't see this forty on my belt I got lil' sisters and lil' brothers who bankin' on my wealth I got niggas hatin', plottin', pocket watchin', wishin' death I got P's comin' in, prices low like a yard sale (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I heard that nigga hard-headed, knock me out his hard shell Had to sit down in the county, now I'm plugged with cartels Still ain't bought a watch, ain't seent an opp, but I know time tells Lil' Three asked me, am I down to slide? Yeah (Yeah) They took one of yours, took one of mines, let's give 'em hell When we suit up, handle business, look like we just came from Yale (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Niggas sellin' fake shit and be mad they can't make a sale I go ape shit, put me in the cage, bet I prevail I don't weight-lift, forty pop a nigga, leave him stale (Yeah) We lost three faces like back to back, we can't take no more L's Niggas say they this and that, but then they turn around and tell (Nigga) [Outro: SBG Brick] How you turn around and tell, nigga? Niggas not valid in this shit, man Better drill with your brother if you drill with anybody, man, niggas'll squeal, for real (Keep that shit lowkey, Tay) (Bomine did this)