Nines, Berner - These Keys lyrics

How can I give this all up?
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn't enough
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys

Ask my nigga Nunu how we went
Through all them rubber bands
'Member when I copped the ice
Hublot with the rubber band
Made 30K this week
I'm nothing like them other man
I'm on a different level now but
I don't think they understand last year
It woulda stressed my pockets if
I copped a Range
Funny how in a couple months
How a lot could change
Old niggas on the track
Braggin' 'bout a watch and chain next album
I'll probably rap about yachts and planes
Pull up on the block
All them yungens circle 'round the Porsche
Came a long way from the
Gilera with the loud exhaust shit was slow
Mandem was movin' like some scavengers
Never goin' broke again
I'm cool with all the traffickers
Jazzy said "Chill and let them
Young bucks spray them tools"
Think they're hatin' now
Watch when I upgrade my jewels
My little niggas
Little niggas spend a monkey on some shoes
Trappin' from a distance
Can't see them junkies from these views
Grew up 'round some of the
Best niggas to do it
Now we're fuckin' with them Albo’s
They like the Mexicans of Europe
They don't play me on the radio
But, I don't give a fuck
I've buried P, went broke
Then I had to dig it up

How can I give this all up?
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn't enough
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys

Empty boxes got me nauseous (It got me sick)
Six burner phones in my faucet
We buy phones and we wash 'em
(yeah, we toss 'em) diggin' holes to find a
Million dollars rottin', ain't sweet
I've been broke, same clothes for a week
(For a week)
Fresh off the plane, I see badges
Fuck the DEA this P costs a couple more G's
When it leave the States
Started from the bottom, with a key of yay
(A kilo)
I'm ridin' 'round dirty in this Honda
I don't need the Wraith they grabbed Stack
We just laughed when he beat the case
Cookies with the cheese
Our London growers bring me strains
Bring the jack back, I'm smokin' for the JA
(Rest in peace) black hoodie with the AK
Shit, dirty money bring the devil out
(The devil) bag the lemonade
Put my gloves on, then we send 'em out
80 for a 20 pack, yeah, I'm talkin' locally
(Right here)
Here in the city, I'm still gettin' four a P
The rest of 'em gettin' two
They can't even sell 'em though (They can't)
I could never sell 'em low
I'd rather be sellin' blow
Talkin' on the telephone
Now he's never coming home (It's a shame)
The dope gang dirty, yeah
They don't love you till you're gone, yeah

How can I give this all up?
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn't enough
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys