Skeme - Key To The Streets lyrics
[Skeme - Key To The Streets lyrics]
The Problem is none of these
Rappers be real no more
It's hard to feed these niggas when you know
That they ain't in the feel no more
Fuck you
If you is a fake nigga or snake nigga or foe
And you better watch your tongue
You talking to the boss
It's Our-side out to the any side
It's Iside out to anyside
Bullshit we are not letting slide
All my youngs go forever slide
All my youngs go forever ride
Bitch, I made a million of my plug deal
3 years later, I get fancy check still
The Pimp back, I am sipping drank stand trill
I am full on them drugs
About high as my bitch heels
See i got the key to the streets
I need like more hundred of million atleast
We go on by foreign cars by the fleek
While you out here ride on lease
See i got a bitch that I'ma leech
That pussy weak but that head a bitch
I put some bread on your head
The next day to found you dead to seek
See I already rap into Weezy
I want the bread like meechie
I want the bread like Pablo
I want the Red Diablo
I want the bitch who can give me
The head when ever i plug
I am on the russel westberry shit
Yeah im'a cry but Bitch I be ballin
I woke up this morning and thanked Amen
Then i would look into the mirror
And said to myself, you the man
I never switched up, just stuck to the script
When I got the chip for the Fam
I get high till i barely can stand yeah
I am too fly, i'ma never gonna land yeah
I don't want nothing but them bands yeah
I hope you know I am not playing yeah
Big duke homie right now
If you fuck around then we spraying yeah
FNL for Bodyguard
20 Chains looking like it's Mardi Grass
Getting Head and Getting big
Got your bitch helping me with
All and that all push buzz started to call
Got a brazy dre of maalyraw
Mixing adding the Xanies
I got you bitch fanning while she's a star
Counting them nothing but the hunyays
Sip a pine, walkthrough a straw
I throw up them for my dawgs
Throw a middle finger for the Law
Cream T's with my gold Chain that's
A fly nigga with them hoes safe
Niggas acting how the hoes act
That's the main reason, that we no play
Rap nigga from the dope game
Use to piss pieces of the whole thang
I seen it 36 so many times
I had to make this shit so man
I am back back from the flow change
I am back back to my own ways
For the 1999-2000, Hot boy like a old Wayne
I ain't have killers, dealers, finessing
Everyone around me got extras
You ain't coming through
The struggle oppression
I know that you ain't on my level
Rolle, Brand new thing
Brand new Benz pushing my pedal to metal
I get what i wanted in this bitch
Ain't never gonna settle
See they was trying to count us aside
But we made it, piss some OZ from the ghetto
Rappers be real no more
It's hard to feed these niggas when you know
That they ain't in the feel no more
Fuck you
If you is a fake nigga or snake nigga or foe
And you better watch your tongue
You talking to the boss
It's Our-side out to the any side
It's Iside out to anyside
Bullshit we are not letting slide
All my youngs go forever slide
All my youngs go forever ride
Bitch, I made a million of my plug deal
3 years later, I get fancy check still
The Pimp back, I am sipping drank stand trill
I am full on them drugs
About high as my bitch heels
See i got the key to the streets
I need like more hundred of million atleast
We go on by foreign cars by the fleek
While you out here ride on lease
See i got a bitch that I'ma leech
That pussy weak but that head a bitch
I put some bread on your head
The next day to found you dead to seek
See I already rap into Weezy
I want the bread like meechie
I want the bread like Pablo
I want the Red Diablo
I want the bitch who can give me
The head when ever i plug
I am on the russel westberry shit
Yeah im'a cry but Bitch I be ballin
I woke up this morning and thanked Amen
Then i would look into the mirror
And said to myself, you the man
I never switched up, just stuck to the script
When I got the chip for the Fam
I get high till i barely can stand yeah
I am too fly, i'ma never gonna land yeah
I don't want nothing but them bands yeah
I hope you know I am not playing yeah
Big duke homie right now
If you fuck around then we spraying yeah
FNL for Bodyguard
20 Chains looking like it's Mardi Grass
Getting Head and Getting big
Got your bitch helping me with
All and that all push buzz started to call
Got a brazy dre of maalyraw
Mixing adding the Xanies
I got you bitch fanning while she's a star
Counting them nothing but the hunyays
Sip a pine, walkthrough a straw
I throw up them for my dawgs
Throw a middle finger for the Law
Cream T's with my gold Chain that's
A fly nigga with them hoes safe
Niggas acting how the hoes act
That's the main reason, that we no play
Rap nigga from the dope game
Use to piss pieces of the whole thang
I seen it 36 so many times
I had to make this shit so man
I am back back from the flow change
I am back back to my own ways
For the 1999-2000, Hot boy like a old Wayne
I ain't have killers, dealers, finessing
Everyone around me got extras
You ain't coming through
The struggle oppression
I know that you ain't on my level
Rolle, Brand new thing
Brand new Benz pushing my pedal to metal
I get what i wanted in this bitch
Ain't never gonna settle
See they was trying to count us aside
But we made it, piss some OZ from the ghetto