Old Keys, New Doors

Jus found out, old keys, open doors
I use to hang with some real killers, for sure
But i knew better, boa i wanted more
Foenem hit licks- seen shit we was poor
Shit i seen, it'll make you become abusive
But I'm a OG, even once was the student
Copped my first gun, bro told me how to use it
Jus squeeze and grip, make sure ya aim stupid
I know it seem dumb and it might seem useless
Jus know one day, you might have to use it
Out here in the field, yeah shit gets crucial
Gun a nigga down, if he acting real stupid
Riding 'round the city, feeling dapper dan
Glock in my hand, knew that i was the man
Stay low, just stack up that's the plan
Until i get enough bread from the land

Found the old key, so i opened old doors
Gotta bring kidtevo back from before
Opps say they scoring, lucky that we keep score
In the game so long, got my joints sore
Killing these niggas & staying on course
We still in the building, we staining the floors
Saying you want smoke, my nigga you sure
Because when we find you, we never get bored
My music galore, the future is more
I know i was tweaking, I'm washing up shore
Cleaning my flows, still flexing & posing
I'm from the southside, that's straight to the core
You niggas was cappin, and left me no choice
Now show the talent, and project on my voice
Yeah boa I'm back, i ain't hearing that noise
Worried bout rapping, ain't collecting no coin tho

Found the old key, now i open new doors