The Key

I got the Key
Ask yourself
Who do you L-O-V-E
If it ain't yourself
Then you ain't living free
Nah, you not
Nah you, ain't living free

I just got a call
That's the word of chief
Cuz i'm coming in Hip
To the H-O-P
I don't give a shit
If you hate on me
Imma steal the bread from the bakery
All the baguettes
And your fake gold teeth

Okay Fuck that shit
Run it back quick

R.I.P to Mac and Yam$
Smoking weed back in Amsterdam
Imma G, Don't give a damn
When you see me
You know I'm the man
Styling so free
That's the plan
Ruled by Cream
Students of the wu-tang clan

This that hot rap shit
Coming in ratchet
Peanut butter
With a baseball bat shit
This my style
Don't try and match it
Yeah I been a while
But I had to go practice

Had enough of slacking
Time to really start rapping
Polo hat
But no I ain't capping
Wu-Tang Clan
Yeah it's cream I'm stacking
Smoking with my team
Sat back relaxing
Puffing on green
Yeah it's fantastic
Ya better know
Better know
Better know
You better know



Credits
Writer(s): George Roberts
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