Keys (To Success)

Yeah, let’s um, let’s just get it right, man Let’s just make it perfect Ain’t no need to reinvent the wheel I just put rims on it Throw’em on a Jeep Cherokee with that limo tint Beatin’ down the block serving keys on the instruments Show you how to use a scale, bass get low like limboin’ Ain’t no need to reinvent the wheel I just put rims on it Throw’em on a Jeep Cherokee with that limo tint Beatin’ down the block serving keys on the instruments Show you how to use a scale, bass get low like limboin’ I was ridin’ I was skatin’ Rollin’ by you, nevermind you I change my cadence Thinkin’ of ways to Motivate ya Stunt on a hata Cause they ain’t participatin’ Thank me later, let me rap for now Son of a deacon Yo daddy a preacher, but we out here puttin’ in work In any due season I’m God-body I keep it right under my shirt And I ain’t afraid to let it sing Accapella, I might knock a fella out the ring And that’s a hit I can tell the future from my dreams I know that it’s lit and relaxing homie Everyone tryna get rich What is yo passion homie Don’t tell me no bitch or no weed That shit ain’t gon’ leave legacy for your seed Nor will it comfort your soul What’s a heart with a hole in the middle What’s another blunt How high can you go How high can you stay before the psychosis? Fine line between love and hate You hate to find you don’t notice The love is fake and the hate is real And shit don’t smell like no roses Allies lie in wait while your enemies be the closest Want to stay in front? Gotta watchyo back and you know this Ain’t no need to reinvent the wheel I just put rims on it Throw’em on a Jeep Cherokee with that limo tint Beatin’ down the block serving keys on the instruments Show you how to use a scale, bass get low like limboin’ Ain’t no need to reinvent the wheel I just put rims on it Throw’em on a Jeep Cherokee with that limo tint Beatin’ down the block serving keys on the instruments Show you how to use a scale, bass get low like limboin’ I was flying, blunt in rotation Nevermind you, had to get it I lost my patience For the skrilla, you ain’t widdit You hella faded I’m hella focused Fuck that 9-5, I know you hate it Eighty hours I was racin’ Like rats in mazes Homonyms was just my basics And my bass sick Clockin’ in that overtime is way too overrated When I can write a rhymin’ scripture and still keep it sacred These are verses, prayers, and dreams that you never heard More perfect verbage. It ain’t clean, but it ain’t just words Ancient dirt and stardust Turned to artist Leave a carcass of yo favorite rapper Getcho bars up You can’t go harder You ain’t on the frequency I’m on Been at home creatin’ so many songs Opinions on my own imagination Vision boards and patient I had to have and had to be Had to put two and two together for the strategy Ain’t no need to reinvent the wheel I just put rims on it Throw’em on a Jeep Cherokee with that limo tint Beatin’ down the block serving keys on the instruments Show you how to use a scale, bass get low like limboin’