Royce da 5'9" - I Got the Keys (Freestyle) lyrics
[Royce da 5'9" - I Got the Keys Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah, I'm starting to have fun now
So you know i got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
Y'all are the kings, kings, kings
I roll up to squeeze
Y'all are the kings, kings, kings
Well, I'm about to see, I'm about to see
I talk scrilla like a art dealer
I'm large money that's been augmented
For the small printer
Homocide business got me side
Flipping like I'm cartwheeling
I'm Godzilla wearing Margiela in the mall
Inside of the Guitar Center
Got the boss mental
Got me off a little barking at the dog kennel
Keys open doors, I said keys open doors
Squeeze open fours leave your boys leaking
Leave your overlord lookin' like some
Old weave on the floor
Please don't ignore me, I'm going to war
Blowing weed in a foreign toy
My shooters killing anything
I'm pointing towards
Anything I'm pointing towards
I would swing this mic when I'm rhyming
Thought I better bring it
I’m what you’d get if Fetty Wap
Were to rob a marksman
With Robert Markman, a dead eye Genius
A Jedi demon, he sip promethazine
I bet I lean him
I made a million, I ain't sell out
I just got the hell out Neiman's
Nigga, my chips up, ask me
"am I in my P-R-I"
I stop you just so I could spell out Pringles
I'm in the strip club, I shell out singles
I'm the flowing boss sweeping semis, pick one
Head or tails, either way
You are about to let Akeem in
I came in here to grow the crime rate
Bodies on top of bodies on me
I got skeletons in my closet that could
Do the "Famous" video with Kanye
My status loony, nigga, I love my chrome
IMac and Uzi more than Donald Glover
Love that song "Bad and Boujee"
"Bad and Boujee, " I'm a black addict mooly
With an attitude in a padded
Room full of savage ghoulies eratic goonies
I don't battle, I look at
Battle dudes like "Battle? Who, me?"
Fuck you niggas, I'm steady waiting
I fed him bake
You know that devil's food, them Betty Cakes
And I got something for
Them crooked cops too, let him pray
Turn his wedding day Freddie Gray
Let that machete behead him, set him straight
Let it devastate, let his soul levitate
Let the levies break i'm murderous
I got Reaganomics in my verbiage
I'm a wavy rhymer, a Mercedes rider
I'm a 89'er Cartier with diamonds
At the furrier, Saint Laurent sipping Merlot
You would never catch me
Boxing with the burner
Hundred in your mouth like Ted
DiBiase did to Virgil
Rolling over these hurdles playing C Murder
Then I'm playing G Herbo gang of cash on me
Keep the thumper with me since
I became a sinner black youngster
I don't know if I'mma
Tip the waitress tonight
Or make it rain for dinner
I don't know if I'mma sign
A deal or stay independent
It's not just a simple thing
Aston Martin topless while I'm weighing my
Options on the triple beams
Learning that life ain't about
The expensive shit
It's about the simple things
Like a sexy side bitch with zipper lip
Clit nipple rings
You can not stop what is already going
African bitch got her face on my lap
The blacker she is, the badder she is
I was called tarbaby growing and
I'm feeling up to par
Whenever I see the police
I address them as top of the morning
'cause I feel above the law
Riding, do I look like I am
Supplying the drugs? Fuck raw
I am the plug, fuck raw
You niggas is about as much
Action as a buttoned-up bra
I'm taking everybody instrumental
Going Ted Bundy on it
Out here cooking so much the original sound
Like it's Peg Bundy on it
I'm Christmas gifting, y'all wrapping shit
I fit the description of accidents in
The axel of the bent
I have an immaculate acumen
You a splitting image
Of accidental flatulence
All it takes to be a gang
Banger on wax these days
Is the engineer that come in and patch you in
Yes, sir, I'm too charming to stress ya
I'm cool, calm, and collective
I'm electric, you Carmen Electra
If I catch ya you gone on the stretcher
Now question how much protection does a vest
And armor get ya? Especially when you armed
With weapons stepping
In the wrong direction of armageddon
Uh, keys, keys, y'all got the keys, keys
Ride up and squeeze, squeeze
Y'all are the kings, kings, heh, well
I'm about to see
So you know i got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
Y'all are the kings, kings, kings
I roll up to squeeze
Y'all are the kings, kings, kings
Well, I'm about to see, I'm about to see
I talk scrilla like a art dealer
I'm large money that's been augmented
For the small printer
Homocide business got me side
Flipping like I'm cartwheeling
I'm Godzilla wearing Margiela in the mall
Inside of the Guitar Center
Got the boss mental
Got me off a little barking at the dog kennel
Keys open doors, I said keys open doors
Squeeze open fours leave your boys leaking
Leave your overlord lookin' like some
Old weave on the floor
Please don't ignore me, I'm going to war
Blowing weed in a foreign toy
My shooters killing anything
I'm pointing towards
Anything I'm pointing towards
I would swing this mic when I'm rhyming
Thought I better bring it
I’m what you’d get if Fetty Wap
Were to rob a marksman
With Robert Markman, a dead eye Genius
A Jedi demon, he sip promethazine
I bet I lean him
I made a million, I ain't sell out
I just got the hell out Neiman's
Nigga, my chips up, ask me
"am I in my P-R-I"
I stop you just so I could spell out Pringles
I'm in the strip club, I shell out singles
I'm the flowing boss sweeping semis, pick one
Head or tails, either way
You are about to let Akeem in
I came in here to grow the crime rate
Bodies on top of bodies on me
I got skeletons in my closet that could
Do the "Famous" video with Kanye
My status loony, nigga, I love my chrome
IMac and Uzi more than Donald Glover
Love that song "Bad and Boujee"
"Bad and Boujee, " I'm a black addict mooly
With an attitude in a padded
Room full of savage ghoulies eratic goonies
I don't battle, I look at
Battle dudes like "Battle? Who, me?"
Fuck you niggas, I'm steady waiting
I fed him bake
You know that devil's food, them Betty Cakes
And I got something for
Them crooked cops too, let him pray
Turn his wedding day Freddie Gray
Let that machete behead him, set him straight
Let it devastate, let his soul levitate
Let the levies break i'm murderous
I got Reaganomics in my verbiage
I'm a wavy rhymer, a Mercedes rider
I'm a 89'er Cartier with diamonds
At the furrier, Saint Laurent sipping Merlot
You would never catch me
Boxing with the burner
Hundred in your mouth like Ted
DiBiase did to Virgil
Rolling over these hurdles playing C Murder
Then I'm playing G Herbo gang of cash on me
Keep the thumper with me since
I became a sinner black youngster
I don't know if I'mma
Tip the waitress tonight
Or make it rain for dinner
I don't know if I'mma sign
A deal or stay independent
It's not just a simple thing
Aston Martin topless while I'm weighing my
Options on the triple beams
Learning that life ain't about
The expensive shit
It's about the simple things
Like a sexy side bitch with zipper lip
Clit nipple rings
You can not stop what is already going
African bitch got her face on my lap
The blacker she is, the badder she is
I was called tarbaby growing and
I'm feeling up to par
Whenever I see the police
I address them as top of the morning
'cause I feel above the law
Riding, do I look like I am
Supplying the drugs? Fuck raw
I am the plug, fuck raw
You niggas is about as much
Action as a buttoned-up bra
I'm taking everybody instrumental
Going Ted Bundy on it
Out here cooking so much the original sound
Like it's Peg Bundy on it
I'm Christmas gifting, y'all wrapping shit
I fit the description of accidents in
The axel of the bent
I have an immaculate acumen
You a splitting image
Of accidental flatulence
All it takes to be a gang
Banger on wax these days
Is the engineer that come in and patch you in
Yes, sir, I'm too charming to stress ya
I'm cool, calm, and collective
I'm electric, you Carmen Electra
If I catch ya you gone on the stretcher
Now question how much protection does a vest
And armor get ya? Especially when you armed
With weapons stepping
In the wrong direction of armageddon
Uh, keys, keys, y'all got the keys, keys
Ride up and squeeze, squeeze
Y'all are the kings, kings, heh, well
I'm about to see