Songtext Keyz 2 the city 2 Nipsey Hussle

Keyz 2 the city 2

Rollin' up some good
Pourin' up till we get faded
You know how we do it
Everybody takin' flicks 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 booking 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 ima get it back
Even when I'm ridin' round dirty
A nigga don't need a seatbelt
A nigga don't need a seatbelt
Nah it don't cost to keep it real
Run up get done up
Shit can get real
Fuck around and get your ass right
Nigga fuck around and tell you shit
Got ya askin' God why
Drag your ass into a alley
Pull out aim for the target
Should've never been around the killers
In my town we the fuckin' realest
Don't try the boss 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

I got the key to the city
I got a hoe that's saddity
Talk to that bitch in Swahili
Tattoo my name in graffiti
Wack at your hood in graffiti
Come through your hood on the weekend
None of ya'll niggas can see me
None of ya'll niggas can see me

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 problem ima reappear
Wit a squad, you already fear
All this time I've been playing fair
Seven digits every single year
Niggas died niggas disappear
Alibi's I was really there
Life of crime till 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 till I'm swinging fierce
Face is swollen, some I'm 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 nigga, lookin' weird

I got the key to the city
I got a hoe that's saddity
Talk to that bitch in Swahili
Tattoo my name in graffiti
Wack at your hood in graffiti
Come through your hood on the weekend
None of ya'll niggas can see me
None of ya'll niggas can see me

Beat Change

Tappin in', said they'd wait for it
Tell the streets a nigga back again
Ridin' round inside the back again
Rollin' flightin' inside the back again
405 another traffic jam
Improvise another master plan
Sit outside a nigga feel me bad
Another seven grammys said the sun was bad
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 that thing at business 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
It's why I gotta talk a lot of shit