I Got The Keys (freestyle) Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

[Intro] 

Yeah, I'm starting to have fun now, so you know 

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[Verse] 

I got the keys, keys, keys 

I got the keys, keys, keys 

Y'all are the kings, kings, kings 

I roll up to squeeze 

Y'all are the kings, kings, kings 

Well, I'm about to see, I'm about to see 

I talk scrilla like a art dealer 

I'm large money that's been augmented for the small printer 

Homocide business got me side flipping like I'm cartwheeling 

I'm Godzilla wearing Margiela in the mall inside of the Guitar Center 

Got the boss mental 

Got me off a little barking at the dog kennel 

Keys open doors, I said keys open doors, squeeze open fours 

Leave your boys leaking, leave your overlord lookin' like some old weave on the floor 

Please don't ignore me, I'm going to war 

Blowing weed in a foreign toy 

My shooters killing anything I'm pointing towards 

Anything I'm pointing towards 

I would swing this mic when I'm rhyming, thought I better bring it 

I'm what you'd get if Fetty Wap were to rob a marksman 

With Robert Markman, a dead eye Genius 

A Jedi demon, he sip promethazine, I bet I lean him 

I made a million, I ain't sell out, I just got the hell out Neiman's 

Nigga, my chips up, ask me am I in my P-R, I, I stop you just so I could spell out Pringles 

I'm in the strip club, I shell out singles 

I'm the flowing boss sweaping semis, pick one 

Head or tails, either way, you are about to let Hakeem in 

I came in here to grow the crime rate 

Bodies on top of bodies on me 

I got skeletons in my closet that could do the "Famous" video with Kanye 

My status loony, nigga, I love my chrome 

I Mac and Uzi more than Donald Glover love that song "Bad and Boujee" 

"Bad and Boujee", I'm a black addict mooly 

With an attitude in a padded room full of savage ghoulies 

Eratic goonies 

I don't battle, I look at battle dudes like "Battle? Who, me?" 

Fuck you niggas, I'm steady waiting, I fed him bake 

You know that devil's food, them Betty Cakes 

And I got something for them crooked cops too, let him pray 

Turn his wedding day Freddie Gray 

Let that machete behead him, set him straight 

Let it devastate, let his soul levitate, let the levies break 

I'm murderous, I got Reaganomics in my verbiage 

I'm a wavy rhymer, a Mercedes rider 

I'm a 89'er Cartier with diamonds 

At the furrier, Saint Laurent sipping Merlot 

You would never catch me boxing with the burner 

Hundred in your mouth like Ted DiBiase did to Virgil 

Rolling over these hurdles playing C Murder then I'm playing G Herbo 

Gang of cash on me, keep the thumper with me since I became a sinner 

Black youngster, I don't know if I'mma tip the waitress tonight 

Or make it rain for dinner 

I don't know if I'mma sign a deal or stay independent, it's not just a simple thing 

Aston Martin topless while I'm weighing my options on the triple beams 

Learning that life ain't about the expensive shit, it's about the simple things 

Like a sexy side bitch with zipper lip, clit nipple rings 

You can not stop what is already going 

African bitch got her face on my lap 

The blacker she is, the badder she is 

I was called tarbaby growing and I'm feeling up to par 

Whenever I see the police 

I address them as top of the morning 'cause I feel above the law 

Riding, do I look like I am supplying the drugs? Fuck raw 

I am the plug, fuck raw 

You niggas is about as much action as a buttoned-up bra 

I'm taking everybody instrumental, going Ted Bundy on it 

Out here cooking so much the original sound like it's Peg Bundy on it 

I'm Christmas gifting, y'all wrapping shit 

I fit the description of accidents in the axel of the bent 

I have an immaculate acumen 

You a splitting image of accidental flatulence 

All it takes to be a gang banger on wax these days 

Is the engineer that come in and patch you in 

Yes, sir, I'm too charming to stress ya 

I'm cool, calm, and collective 

I'm electric, you Carmen Electra 

If I catch ya you gone on the stretcher 

Now question 

How much protection does a vest and armor get ya? 

Especially when you armed with weapons stepping in the wrong direction of armageddon 

Uh, keys, keys, y'all got the keys, keys 

Ride up and squeeze, squeeze 

Y'all are the kings, kings, heh, well, I'm about to see 

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