Keys (To Success)

Yeah, let's um, let's just get it right, man
Let's just make it perfect

Ain't no need to reinvent the wheel I just put rims on it
Throw'em on a Jeep Cherokee with that limo tint
Beatin' down the block serving keys on the instruments
Show you how to use a scale, bass get low like limboin'
Ain't no need to reinvent the wheel I just put rims on it
Throw'em on a Jeep Cherokee with that limo tint
Beatin' down the block serving keys on the instruments
Show you how to use a scale, bass get low like limboin'

I was ridin'
I was skatin'
Rollin' by you, nevermind you
I change my cadence
Thinkin' of ways to
Motivate ya
Stunt on a hata
Cause they ain't participatin'
Thank me later, let me rap for now
Son of a deacon
Yo daddy a preacher, but we out here puttin' in work
In any due season
I'm God-body I keep it right under my shirt
And I ain't afraid to let it sing
Accapella, I might knock a fella out the ring
And that's a hit
I can tell the future from my dreams
I know that it's lit and relaxing homie
Everyone tryna get rich
What is yo passion homie
Don't tell me no bitch or no weed
That shit ain't gon' leave legacy for your seed
Nor will it comfort your soul
What's a heart with a hole in the middle
What's another blunt
How high can you go
How high can you stay before the psychosis?
Fine line between love and hate
You hate to find you don't notice
The love is fake and the hate is real
And shit don't smell like no roses
Allies lie in wait while your enemies be the closest
Want to stay in front? Gotta watchyo back and you know this

Ain't no need to reinvent the wheel I just put rims on it
Throw'em on a Jeep Cherokee with that limo tint
Beatin' down the block serving keys on the instruments
Show you how to use a scale, bass get low like limboin'
Ain't no need to reinvent the wheel I just put rims on it
Throw'em on a Jeep Cherokee with that limo tint
Beatin' down the block serving keys on the instruments
Show you how to use a scale, bass get low like limboin'

I was flying, blunt in rotation
Nevermind you, had to get it
I lost my patience
For the skrilla, you ain't widdit
You hella faded
I'm hella focused
Fuck that 9-5, I know you hate it
Eighty hours I was racin'
Like rats in mazes
Homonyms was just my basics
And my bass sick
Clockin' in that overtime is way too overrated
When I can write a rhymin' scripture and still keep it sacred
These are verses, prayers, and dreams that you never heard
More perfect verbage. It ain't clean, but it ain't just words
Ancient dirt and stardust
Turned to artist
Leave a carcass of yo favorite rapper
Getcho bars up
You can't go harder
You ain't on the frequency I'm on
Been at home creatin' so many songs
Opinions on my own imagination
Vision boards and patient
I had to have and had to be
Had to put two and two together for the strategy

Ain't no need to reinvent the wheel I just put rims on it
Throw'em on a Jeep Cherokee with that limo tint
Beatin' down the block serving keys on the instruments
Show you how to use a scale, bass get low like limboin'