Who Got the Key

Who's the best
I gotta make it facts for y'all wack
Rappers to snap back stumbling like the Mack's back

Any white boy you heard harder than Mac Gotta relapse
Bringin' that heat back like July
Takin the beaten path and makin' the wheat stack
We bangin' like heat Shaq and
Smokin' the rappers like weed gas
Foot on the pedal I'm makin' it leak gas
Like Marathon on 116th and East Ave
Look

The Land's finest
Lyricism devinest
Flows colder than hoes givin' the cold shoulder
I'm Midas
The game's became a growin' virus
Snakes in the field the cobra's strikin'
I'm over the overhyping
Look

Oversized jeans that's older than me
Nike's on my feet to cover the sneeze
Cold flow colder than the I C E
Up in the F R E E Z
E R sendin' prayers to God
Up in the studio workin' from dawn to dawn
Tee-Time traveler with Oliver they call me Don
These rhymes be so divine I'm on that Corleone Chon
One out of one keep it 100 they call me Sammy Won
History In the makin' self made I'm on that Barry Bonds
Never let the past know the present so we carry on
Easy to lose sight when music has been your carry on
Carrying the game in my bag I'm on my cherry farm

Who got the key
Y'all rapper's the same thing to me
Who got the key
I'm makin' it rain up in the streets
Who got the key
Y'all rappers got nothin' on me
Who got the key
I'm makin' it rain up in the streets

Yeah
No kiddin'
Fake rhymes with line spittin'
Same difference as drunk switchin' to line sniffin'
Can't do it yourself somebody ask Pippen
I bought a brand new stereo to play rhymes in it

I still don't own a watch to measure time with it
I got too much to do before my time's finished
Take time and leave it the time isn't for weak spenders
The way the timin' flies on this gone get your mind spinnin'
Yeah

And the facts gon' cover that
Droppin' the hits back to back to back
Still lookin' for love ain't got the cash for that
I got a way with words and got my swagger back

Been a minute since I hopped on a track
Been a minute since I chased for the sack
Four years in the makin' got a lot on my back
Got the keys to the game like I married the facts

Got the keys to the Vic hangin' up on the rack
Old school like Chevelle but I ain't goin back
Gave the game my heart but hope it ain't gon' attack
It's half-time
Lookin' for clipboards to snap

Game on the line man I been born for that
Gotta name in this rap and I need more than congrats
Gave my life to the rap for the love of rap
Got the key to the fact and that's a wrap
Yeah

Who got the key
Y'all rapper's the same thing to me
Who got the key
I'm makin' it rain up in the streets
Who got the key
Y'all rappers got nothin' on me
Who got the key
I'm makin' it rain up in the streets



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Writer(s): Samuel Mcallister
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