Rollin' up some good Pourin' up 'til 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 I'ma 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 robbed 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 weekly None of y'all niggas can see me None of y'all niggas can see me Y'all 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 I'ma 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 '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 'til 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 weekly None of y'all niggas can see me None of y'all niggas can see me Tappin in', say they waitin' for it Tell the streets a nigga back again Ridin' round inside the back again Rollin' flight inside the back again 405 another traffic jam Improvise another master plan Sit outside a nigga feel me 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 ass 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 It's why I gotta talk a lot of shit