I play the keys, have them dope, Barry Manilow
The gamer bitch for that time,
she's sweet as cantaloupe
Hit the road,
Kia,
Coke and the manifold Triple beam dreams with a trunk full of scatter
clothes Japanese denim,
down south numbers hit it
once Trust it'll make a fat fiend stumble
Do the speed limit,
all gold shoes Call them penny loafers,
they a pretty penny
too I'm tipping strippers when I call it penny
pitching She talking * but I can get her titties
lifting My new crib got it's own city limit
Motherfucker got it's own city in it,
blue marble on the floor
Wet it's salt water under boughs,
so to splay a hoes like a golf course
Double niggas getting broke,
double niggas getting broke
Just a bittersweet symphony,
big city, tryna make a living
Come to my hood,
everybody get it,
and put that paper up
Wrong things sound right,
where I'm from they push a hundred keys and they sound like
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and they sound like
Young niggas getting money,
young niggas getting money Just a bittersweet symphony
One hundred keys,
one hundred please My gazoon tight could make a whole city sneeze
Walk the mud jungle where they grinded out
the leaves So they swarmed to my honeycomb,
hot off of the bees
You know what this sound like,
money counter sound bites Machine gun fire,
name ringing through the town like
church bells ringing You know what he was found like,
Colombian
necktie over hospital gown right She live on her knees,
I live in a condo in
the trees The air's a little thinner than I breathe
The Iron Man Audi let the top strip tease
My life in slow motion but the watch screen
it freeze Yeah,
young nigga getting money,
the feds
drag neck couldn't take nothing from
me The decoy car is a crash test dummy,
what
follows is a hundred of them rap like a mummy
Fake city,
trying to make a living,
gun them out,
everybody get it
And put that paper up,
wrong things sound right,
where I'm from they push a hundred keys and they sound like
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and they sound like
Young niggas getting money,
young niggas getting money Just a bittersweet symphony
And they gon' risk a hundred lives,
so they can rock a hundred whites
But guess looking like a hundred lights,
man when Blade down my city cried a hundred nights
Yeah I got a main girl but I done hit a hundred tight,
every wrong I do I'm steady trying to do a hundred rights
Got it for cheap,
compare the price,
my nigga keep that low key,
very white
And don't worry about the info,
from where they ride,
Pintos could afford Enzos
Cause everybody know keys open doors,
keys keys open doors,
open bricks,
open windows
Counting a hundred hundreds,
more by more,
buildings from the tile up,
up,
floor by floor
Talk *,
I send them door by door,
made for the snow white like four by four,
cause my nigga
Fake city,
trying to make a living,
gun them out,
everybody get it
And put that paper up,
wrong things sound right,
where I'm from they push a hundred keys and they sound like
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and they sound like