I Got the Keys (Freestyle)

[Intro]

Yeah, I'm starting to have fun now, so you know

I got the keys, keys, keys

I got the keys, keys, keys

Y'all are the kings, kings, kings

I roll up to squeeze

Y'all are the kings, kings, kings

Well, I'm about to see, I'm about to see

[Verse]

I talk scrilla like a art dealer

I'm large money that's been augmented for the small printer

Homocide business got me side flipping like I'm cartwheeling

I'm Godzilla wearing Margiela in the mall inside of the Guitar Center

Got the boss mental

Got me off a little barking at the dog kennel

Keys open doors, I said keys open doors, squeeze open fours

Leave your boys leaking, leave your velour lookin' like some old weave on the floor

Please don't ignore me, I'm going to war

Blowing weed in a foreign toy

My shooters killing anything I'm pointing towards

Anything I'm pointing towards

I would swing this mic when I'm rhyming, thought I better bring it

I’m what you’d get if Fetty Wap were to rob a marksman

With Robert Markman, a dead eye Genius

A Jedi demon, he sip promethazine, I bet I lean him

I made a million, I ain't sell out, I just got the hell out Neiman's

Nigga, my chips up, ask me "am I in my P-R-I", I stop you just so I could spell out Pringles

I'm in the strip club, I shell out singles

I'm the flowing boss sweeping semis, pick one

Head or tails, either way, you are about to let Akeem in

I came in here to grow the crime rate

Bodies on top of bodies on me

I got skeletons in my closet that could do the "Famous" video with Kanye

My status loony, nigga, I love my chrome

IMac and Uzi more than Donald Glover love that song "Bad and Boujee"

"Bad and Boujee," I'm a black addict mooly

With an attitude in a padded room full of savage ghoulies

Eratic goonies

I don't battle, I look at battle dudes like "Battle? Who, me?"

Fuck you niggas, I'm steady waiting, I fed him bake

You know that devil's food, them Betty Cakes

And I got something for them crooked cops too, let him pray

Turn his wedding day Freddie Gray

Let that machete behead him, set him straight

Let it devastate, let his soul levitate, let the levies break

I'm murderous, I got Reaganomics in my verbiage

I'm a wavy rhymer, a Mercedes rider

I'm a 89'er Cartier with diamonds

At the furrier, Saint Laurent sipping Merlot

You would never catch me boxing with the burner

Hundred in your mouth like Ted DiBiase did to Virgil

Rolling over these hurdles playing C Murder then I'm playing G Herbo

Gang of cash on me, keep the thumper with me since I became a sinner

Black youngster, I don't know if I'mma tip the waitress tonight

Or make it rain for dinner

I don't know if I'mma sign a deal or stay independent, it's not just a simple thing

Aston Martin topless while I'm weighing my options on the triple beams

Learning that life ain't about the expensive shit, it's about the simple things

Like a sexy side bitch with zipper lip, clit nipple rings

You can not stop what is already going

African bitch got her face on my lap

The blacker she is, the badder she is

I was called tarbaby growing and I'm feeling up to par

Whenever I see the police

I address them as top of the morning 'cause I feel above the law

Riding, do I look like I am supplying the drugs? Fuck raw

I am the plug, fuck raw

You niggas is about as much action as a buttoned-up bra

I'm taking everybody instrumental, going Ted Bundy on it

Out here cooking so much the original sound like it's Peg Bundy on it

I'm Christmas gifting, y'all wrapping shit

I fit the description of accidents in the axel of the bent

I have an immaculate acumen

You a splitting image of accidental flatulence

All it takes to be a gang banger on wax these days

Is the engineer that come in and patch you in

Yes, sir, I'm too charming to stress ya

I'm cool, calm, and collective

I'm electric, you Carmen Electra

If I catch ya you gone on the stretcher

Now question

How much protection does a vest and armor get ya?

Especially when you armed with weapons stepping in the wrong direction of Armageddon

Uh, keys, keys, y'all got the keys, keys

Ride up and squeeze, squeeze

Y'all are the kings, kings, heh, well, I'm about to see