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nipsey hussle - keyz 2 the city 2 lyrics

[verse 1: teeflii]
uh, rollin’ up some good, pourin’ up ’til we get faded
you know how we do it, everybody takin’ fl!cks of me
i got the keys to the city, i don’t need no limousine
i turn out when i pull up and tell my bookin’ agent book a show
runnin’ ’round with the paper bag
runnin’ ’round with the paper bag
goin’ crazy spendin’ all this cash
goin’ crazy spendin’ all this cash
if i spend it i’ma get it back, even when i’m ridin’ round dirty
a n-gga don’t need a seatbelt, a n-gga don’t need a seatbelt
nah, it don’t cost to keep it real, run up, get done up
sh-t can get real, f-ck around and get your -ss robbed
n-gga f-ck around and take your sh-t, got you askin’ god “why?”
drag your -ss into a alley, pull out, aim for the target
should’ve never been around the k!llers
in my town, we the f-ckin’ realest
no cheddar bobs ’round here
i get to sprayin’, they gon’ get down
ski mask over my face, catch a body in broad day
catch a body in broad day

[chorus: nipsey hussle]
i got the key to the city, i got a hoe that’s saddity
talk to that b-tch in swahili, tattoo my name in graffiti
wack out your hood in graffiti
come through your hood on the weekly
none of y’all n-ggas can see me
none of y’all n-ggas can see me

[verse 2: nipsey hussle]
ya’ll ain’t got nothin’ like this over there
bunch of front line millionaires
bunch of self made, out the trunk paid
against the odds, really took it there
any prob i’ma reappear, with a squad you already fear
all this time i’ve been playin’ fair, seven digits every single year
n-ggas died, n-ggas disappear, alibis, i was really there
life of crime ’til i get the chair, columbine in my trigger hair
still i rise and i took the stairs
feel the fire, it’s a different glare
all these fights, it was never fair
bustin’ knuckles still i’m swingin’ fierce
taste the salt inside my drippin’ tears
you should know i never had a fear
you should know i never had a shot
never had a chance, still i took it here
manage pride but i see it clear, strategize, i’m a engineer
pick a side, gotta keep it there, switchin’ up n-gga, lookin’ weird

(beat change)

[verse 3: nipsey hussle]
tappin in’, said they’d waitin’ for it
tell the streets a n-gga back again
ridin’ round inside the back again
rollin’ flights inside the back again
405, another traffic jam
improvised another master plan
sit outside a n-gga family pad
another seven grams inside a sandwich bag
my whole life is like a balance act
people’s champ but could you handle that?
i pull up inside the black on black
and park this big -ss benz inside the handicap
what i done, they can’t imagine that
one of one, it’s like a magic trick
matter fact, it’s like a lotto pick
that’s why i gotta talk a lot of sh-t

- nipsey hussle lyrics

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