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Have a toast for host with the most patience 
Couple glasses, got drinks for the occasion
Couple homies, couple blunts, they in rotation
But I don’t hit it tho, it look like I'm on probation
I moved to Cali so it's legal now
I flipped my Honda I should probably get a regal now 
Im soaring over, rocket launchers couldn't bring me down
Got messages from hoes and other partners I ain’t seen a while that’s telling me go
Get out and make us proud represent the home click
Know my destination ‘cause I'm pushing in my own shit
They starting up I bet this hot left’ll make em cold quit
Shots ain't even fit for magazines, I got whole clips 
Same hands that turn the page, the ones I never fold with 
I blacken Futures like the conversation Zone 6
Shout out to mama in the home zip

Taught me not to speed, boy you gassing take it easy but I just need the keys



Liquor in my system and a quarter ounce of weed
Windows down PCH swinging in the breeze 

Let ‘em tell it we won’t shine, backseat it’s been a hell of a ride
Imagine if I had the keys 

Droptop beamer and that bitch is super clean

Take a ride with me I know this shit you never seen

Let ‘em tell it you won’t ride
I’m pulling up just get your ass inside 

Baby I ‘dun got the keys

Isolated now finally got some Leeway 
Hop the 405, I'm learning, that’s the freeway
Enjoy the game, one life, no replays
Who got the aux cord, go DJ we riding out to it

I ain't cop me a Buick, I got a Honda no fooling
The same car but it's newer and paid off so we moving 
Lane cross to get to the main office 
Rather be the seller than sold in a slave auction 
Hit the field, shackles heavy and they real tight 
‘Cause when I'm clocking in I swear that's what it feel like
Know I should quit, still I gotta get these bills right
I'm up and I got big dreams, I'm trying to make that real life, I'm stepping
The sun setting I get homesick. nostalgia
My homie fixing up my old shit, thats proper.
I think of mama in the home zip

Taught me not to speed, I should probably take it easy

But I just got the keys

Liquor in my system and a quarter ounce of weed
Windows down PCH swinging in the breeze 
Let ‘em tell it we won’t shine, backseat it’s been a hell of a ride

Imagine if I had the keys 
Droptop beamer and that bitch is super clean

Take a ride with me I know this shit you never seen
Let ‘em tell it you won’t ride
I’m pulling up just get your ass inside 
Baby I done got the keys



Your arms on extend, your hair in the wind

Told me you ain’t never seen this in the city you in, so
Relax your soul, take off your clothes
I done finally got the keys we on a one-way home, oh

Break my heart just not my bank, I’m a fool for thinking love gone help with this gas tank

So far so far I know I know 

I fall I grow I broke my stride 

Then hopped inside the whip is mine
Shoot my shot ‘cause you might miss

Play the game I got the ball boy I don’t need picks
Know your style but that ain’t this

Old school Curtis Mayfield in my playlist, yeah

Walk that walk and talk that shit

I’m a fool for thinking confidence gone gas my whip

So far so far I know I know 
I fall I grow I broke my stride 
Then hopped inside the whip is mine

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