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

I got the keys, keys,
I got the keys, keys,
Y'all are the kings, kings,
I up to squeeze
are the kings, kings, kings
Well, I'm to see, I'm about to see
I talk scrilla a art dealer
I'm large money been augmented for the small printer
Homocide business got me flipping like I'm cartwheeling
I'm Godzilla wearing in the mall inside of the Guitar Center
Got the mental
Got me off a little barking at the dog
Keys doors, I said keys open doors, squeeze open fours
Leave your boys leaking, leave your overlord lookin' some old weave on the floor
Please ignore me, I'm going to war
Blowing in a foreign toy
My shooters killing anything I'm towards
Anything I'm pointing
I would swing mic when I'm rhyming, thought I better bring it
I'm you'd get if Fetty Wap were to rob a marksman
With Robert Markman, a dead eye
A Jedi demon, he sip promethazine, I bet I him
I made a million, I ain't out, I just got the hell out Neiman's
Nigga, my chips up, ask me am I in my P-R, I, I you just so I could spell out Pringles
I'm in the strip club, I shell out
I'm the flowing sweaping semis, pick one
Head or tails, either way, you are to let Hakeem in
I came in here to grow the rate
Bodies on top of on me
I got skeletons in my closet that could do the "Famous" video with
My status loony, nigga, I love my
I Mac and Uzi than Donald Glover love that song "Bad and Boujee"
"Bad and Boujee", I'm a addict mooly
an attitude in a padded room full of savage ghoulies
Eratic
I don't battle, I look at battle like "Battle? Who, me?"
Fuck you niggas, I'm steady waiting, I fed him
You know that devil's food, them Betty
And I got something for crooked cops too, let him pray
his wedding day Freddie Gray
Let machete behead him, set him straight
Let it devastate, let his soul levitate, let the break
I'm murderous, I got Reaganomics in my
I'm a wavy rhymer, a rider
I'm a Cartier with diamonds
At the furrier, Saint sipping Merlot
You would catch me boxing with the burner
Hundred in mouth like Ted DiBiase did to Virgil
Rolling these hurdles playing C Murder then I'm playing G Herbo
Gang of cash on me, keep the with me since I became a sinner
Black youngster, I don't know if tip the waitress tonight
Or it rain for dinner
I don't know if I'mma sign a deal or stay independent, it's not a simple thing
Aston Martin while I'm weighing my options on the triple beams
Learning that life about the expensive shit, it's about the simple things
Like a sexy side bitch with lip, clit nipple rings
You can not what is already going
bitch got her face on my lap
The she is, the badder she is
I was called tarbaby and I'm feeling up to par
I see the police
I address them as top of the morning 'cause I above the law
Riding, do I like I am supplying the drugs? Fuck raw
I am the plug, raw
You niggas is as much action as a buttoned-up bra
I'm taking everybody instrumental, Ted Bundy on it
Out here cooking so much the original sound like Peg Bundy on it
I'm Christmas gifting, wrapping shit
I fit the description of in the axel of the bent
I an immaculate acumen
You a splitting of accidental flatulence
All it to be a gang banger on wax these days
Is the engineer come in and patch you in
Yes, sir, I'm too charming to ya
I'm cool, calm, and
I'm electric, you Carmen
If I catch ya you gone on the
Now
How protection does a vest and armor get ya?
Especially when you armed weapons stepping in the wrong direction of armageddon
Uh, keys, keys, y'all got the keys,
Ride up and squeeze,
Y'all are the kings, kings, heh, well, I'm to see