Lyrics:
Our time together is now drifting away Key is my name
If love is a drug then the high must be pain
I got six sides to me like I am a sage
I wanna be
take the stand on your faction (Never)
Runnin' through the back door I
Got the back end drug dealer car
So you know I got the black Benz (Woo)
AMG
key, and my shit looking like a minivan
She say she love my big dick energy
Cuz all these niggas fake, and I just am who they pretend to be
They say we
the
Shit back to the stolen car
Drive and park by the house is not too far
My gear was fat but still no money though
Talked to my homey then got
and park by the house is not too far
My gear was fat but still no money though
Talked to my homey then got fronted so
Stackin my shit, hustlin cash
Gotta get
know that I'm feeling like Tookie
People say I got the keys
Look at my watch it just sneezed
I feel like Mohammed Ali
Float like a butterfly sting like
sliding over instrumentals, shorty on the skis
They can't see me niggas blind just like shorty on the keys
Ray Charles focus if the pay large
We going for
be but it's not, I'm just another memory that got forgot
And that's how it should be but it's not, I'm just another memory that got forgot
Ever been
There's a lot of opinions floatin' around these days
And I got my own, ya know?
They may not be publicly acceptable
They may get me cancelled
But
a knockoff
Or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off
You standin' it's snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on
Who holds the key? No fucking bout it, I
bitch just like I'm A-Train
Fuck a day-date, Daytona with a plain face
Panda plain jane just matchin', he got great taste
Try a ting and get stabbed in
hated, it's gassin me up
(Gassin me up)
All of the time I got snubbed by the labels
It's gassin me up, don't give a fuck
Just got some head in the back
blinded by the pain
That I got up all inside
Been a victim to ways
Boy that traffic, It ain't light
Said I can't really escape
From the killers in my mind
what you gone do
Just whip out the keys to your life and drive through
Drive through
If they hatin on you
If they acting brand new
When haters holla
the club, but can we brag now? Now Black lives just had to die to get a flag down And my rap is up the map in southside Atlanta Was just a cell ? 50 years
a professional when I purr
What I heard about rookies
They don't know what they be doing when they
Get that, light it up
If you got some bad bitches, then
never missing
Now they listening
And this that hood cycle
Wish I had a ride or die so I could ride strikers
Just like Thugger on my merch I got a black
that rich, sho' no mo', use to be poor but now I'm rich
Got it, te quiero, can't get stood up by no bitch
'cause where would I be without Celly, Celly
I've come a long way
I was a show on ice
Dazzling and brittle
But subject to the sun
And then one day
I went little by little
Back
taking you, so
Please excuse, if I come across rude
That's just me and that's how the playettes got to be
Stay kickin' game with a capital g
Axe
so much as close to me
And attempt to tempt me with two flows or three, or a
Place other than just where I'm supposed to be
I've been around the world
only fifteen, should have
Been a beauty queen, still
See her cryin' by the caskets
When her parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'cause even though
Every time I think
I got to need yeah
Bleed yeah
The once who
Faked heart never
Bleed yeah
I just want a help
That I need you to do
Now you left me
don't really wanna be the key
Lock that baby do it for the team
She just wanna make top two, top three, but that's only what I heard (Ugh)
Nigga, why
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