| Rollin' up some good, pourin' up 'til we get faded
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| You know how we do it, everybody takin' flicks of me
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| I got the keys to the city, I don’t need no limousine
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| I turn out when I pull up and tell my bookin' agent book a show
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| Runnin' 'round with the paper bag, runnin' 'round with the paper bag
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| Goin' crazy spendin' all this cash, goin' crazy spendin' all this cash
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| If I spend it I’ma get it back, even when I’m ridin' round dirty
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| A nigga don’t need a seatbelt, a nigga don’t need a seatbelt
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| Nah, it don’t cost to keep it real, run up, get done up
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| Shit can get real, fuck around and get your ass robbed
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| Nigga fuck around and tell you shit, got ya askin' «God, why?»
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| Drag your ass into a alley, pull out, aim for the target
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| Should’ve never been around the killers, in my town we the fuckin' realest
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| No Chedder Bobs 'round here, I get to sprayin', they gon' get down
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| Ski mask over my face, catch a body in broad day
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| Catch a body in broad day
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| I got the key to the city, I got a hoe that’s saddity
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| Talk to that bitch in Swahili, tattoo my name in graffiti
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| Wack at your hood in graffiti, come through your hood on the weekend
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| None of ya’ll niggas can see me, none of ya’ll niggas can see me
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| Ya’ll ain’t got nothin' like this over there, bunch of front line millionaires
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| Bunch of self made, out the trunk paid against the odds, really took it there
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| Any prob I’ma reappear, with a squad you already fear
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| All this time I’ve been playin' fair, seven digits every single year
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| Niggas died, niggas disappear, alibis, I was really there
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| Life of crime 'til I get the chair, Columbine in my trigger hair
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| Still I rise and I took the stairs, feel the fire, it’s a different glare
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| All these fights, it was never fair, bustin' knuckles till I’m swingin' fierce
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| Face is swollen, some I’m drippin' tears, you should know I never had a fear
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| You should know I never had a shot, never had a chance, still I took it here
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| Manage pride but I see it clear, strategize, I’m a engineer
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| Pick a side, gotta keep it there, switchin' up nigga, lookin' weird
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| I got the key to the city, I got a hoe that’s saddity
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| Talk to that bitch in Swahili, tattoo my name in graffiti
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| Wack at your hood in graffiti, come through your hood on the weekend
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| None of ya’ll niggas can see me, none of ya’ll niggas can see me
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| Tappin in', said they’d wait for it
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| Tell the streets a nigga back again
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| Ridin' round inside the back again
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| Rollin' flights inside the back again
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| 405 another traffic jam
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| Improvised another master plan
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| Sit outside a nigga family pad
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| Another seven grams inside a sandwich bag
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| My whole life is like a balance act
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| People’s champ but could you handle that
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| I pull up inside the black on black
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| And park this big ass Benz inside the handicap
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| What I done, they can’t imagine that
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| One of one, it’s like a magic trick
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| Matter fact, it’s like a lotto pick
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| That’s why I gotta talk a lot of shit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keyz 2 the City 2, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Album song Victory Lap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп