| This that «ooh I told you it was finna happen», but you ain’t believe me,
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| so I’m laughing at em
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| I failed math but when it come to wordplay I’m Gabby Douglas with the acrobatics
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| The bars flame I turn beats to ash, you better pay attention so you catch em all
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| And I ain’t close to my peak yet but I’m chewing rappers on my Jeffrey Dahmer,
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| oh man
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| Don’t come to me with the problems no
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| Don’t you know Mitchell be wylin', woah
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| Labels used to play possum aye
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| Now they tryna send deposits, woah
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| Honestly I done predicted this, God gave the vision I ran with it
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| They used to call me an amateur
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| Now they want features, they stalking my manager, woah
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| If you never learn a thing from me, I want you to know anything’s possible
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| That’s what my mother used to tell me everyday when she was up in that hospital
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| I was just a little nappy headed joker with a pencil and a pad
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| Now I’m on the verge of bringing everything to pass and I’m feeling like
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| (Hook)
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| I need the key to the city
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| I feel like, I need the key to the city |
| Stayed true, stayed down, so I came up
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| Man I need the key to the city
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| I feel like, yeah yeah, I need the key to the city
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| Man I need the key to the city
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| Yeah, yeah
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| (Verse 2: Topi Mandela)
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| Even on my darkest days trust me imma shine until I leave them dazed
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| No one saw this coming thought it was a phase, now I’m out here tryna redirect
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| the praise
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| G-O-D I’ll D-I-E before I Q-U-I-T quietly accumulate the numbers on em
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| Guess I gotta spaz all summer on em
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| This for every cold winter night in Michigan when I was sleeping on the floor
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| Momma on the phone, with the landlord, couldn’t even buy me candy at the store,
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| yeah
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| Pent up aggression I’m living to make a killin
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| Imma hero and a villain I do it for the civilians
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| Eyes on millions
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| Spare no feelings
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| Fuck being polite, police indict, kids who look like me in the streets at night,
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| uh
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| But I don’t wanna see my people suffer, even though the streets made me tougher
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| Relocated now I’m southern
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| I be rolling through Dallas
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| These hearts so careless, put my city on the atlas |
| (Hook)
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| I need the key to the city
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| I feel like, I need the key to the city
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| Stayed true, stayed down, so I came up
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| Man I need the key to the city
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| I feel like, yeah yeah, I need the key to the city
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| Man I need the key to the city
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| Yeah, yeah |