Keys Open Doors
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Keys open doors, keys open doors
The use of keys provides access and opportunities.

Yugh! Make your skin crawl
The singer's tone is aggressive and disturbing.

Press one button, let the wind fall
The singer is suggesting that they have control over outcomes by taking a simple action.

Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper
The artist believes no one can stop them and disrespects law enforcement. They associate their way of thinking with the mindset of a drug dealer.

Seeing my life through the windshields of choppers
The artist sees their lifestyle as something that is only attainable from a high vantage point, likely a helicopter.

I ain't spend one rap dollar in three years, holla
The singer is proud that they haven't spent any of their earnings on extravagant things associated with the rap lifestyle.

Money's the leash, drag a bitch by her dog collar
The singer believes that money gives them power and control over others.

Now ho follow
The artist demands subservience from someone they are addressing as a derogatory term.

This is my ghetto story like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dada
The artist is telling their unique story of coming from a disadvantaged background, and they compare themselves to successful rappers.

Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here
The artist is using exaggerated imagery to convey the amount of drugs they have in their possession.

So much white you might think your holy Christ is near
The singer describes the abundance of cocaine, giving the impression of divinity.

Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare
The artist suggests a solution to the problem of reflection from the drug dealer's jewelry.

Ice trays? Nada! All you'll see is pigeons paired
The singer doesn't have the typical ice trays full of diamonds that are associated with rappers. Instead, they have many people working for them and making money.

The realest shit I ever wrote
The singer considers this song to be the most authentic and truthful thing they've created.

Not Pac inspired, it's crack pot inspired, my real niggas quote
The singer is explaining that their inspiration for their message comes from their own personal experience, not from any other artist.

Bitch never cook my coke, why?
The artist distrusts women and won't let them handle their drugs because they believe they're untrustworthy.

Never trust a whore with your child
The artist extends their argument to insinuate that women as a whole are unreliable.

At you make-believe rappers, I smile, ha! Canal Streeting my style
The singer takes pleasure in knowing that other rappers are trying to copy their style, which is not high-end or mainstream, but rather from Canal Street in New York City's Chinatown, known for selling fake designer goods.

Like you internet sharing my files, you MySpace niggas
The singer mocks rappers who are trying to use the internet to elevate their fame and success, comparing them to outdated social media platforms.

So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sipping on Sarafin
The artist's message for their competition to stop trying to imitate them. Instead, they're confident enough to enjoy their success and lifestyle while on South Beach in Miami, Florida.

Royalty check nigga, I never been
The artist has never received a legitimate royalty check from the music industry.

Coke money clean through Merrill Lynch
The artist is proud of the fact that their drug profits are being laundered through a large financial firm.

Accountant just gasp at the smell of it!
The singer believes their accountant is surprised and impressed with how much money they are making.

Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realer
The artist is introducing themselves as an incredibly genuine, authentic, and reliable drug dealer.

So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya
The singer suggests that they have no desire to become friends with other rappers who are not at their level or doing what they do.

Knock it the fuck off
The singer's final message is to stop trying to be like them, and instead just do your own thing.

Throw it on the scale, feed your god damn self
The singer is explaining that if someone wants something, they have to work for it themselves.

Get it how you live, we don't ask for help (no)
The artist emphasizes that they're not relying on anyone else, and they suggest others shouldn't either.

Word on the street is you gonna love how it melt
The artist is confident that when someone tries their cocaine, they'll be impressed with how it melts and delivers the high.

And I don't come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself
The singer doesn't have to persuade anyone to buy their drugs since it's such a popular and profitable product.

I yell "Re-Up" 'til I'm locked like Mumia
The singer intends to continue selling drugs until they end up in prison, like Mumia Abu-Jamal, a former Black Panther Party activist convicted of murder.

And get it 'cross-state with the grace of Maria
The artist brags about their ability to transport drugs across state lines with ease.

Keep on toys, you gon' know us when you see us
The artist suggests that their wealth is obvious because of the toys they have.

Living street tales worthy of Don Divas
The artist suggests that their life is worthy of being included in a book or movie about gangsters (Don setting a high standard for organized crime figures) and dominant (Diva meaning queen).

Keys in the floor, mistress in Dior
The singer suggests they're living a life of luxury, where their expensive car keys are simply tossed on the floor, and they have an expensive mistress.

Bitch tell me she love me but I know she's a whore
The artist is aware that the woman professing her love to them is only interested in their money and status.

Shit could get ugly, shit, she talk to the law
The singer is concerned that their relationship could go sour, and the woman could go to the police if things go wrong.

And that's just what I get, it's the Roses of War
The singer sees the relationship as a consequence of their dangerous lifestyle and a likely outcome of being at war with other drug dealers.

Fuck the Bureau, rather be spending Euros
The singer is indicating their disdain for law enforcement and an affinity for spending money in Europe.

And get fed grapes, fuck hoes in plurals
The artist paints a picture of a lavish lifestyle where they're being fed grapes and having sex with multiple women at once.

Just like heaven as I gaze at the mural
The artist is looking at a painting or mural, enjoying the luxurious lifestyle they have achieved.

What a peace of mind when you cop you some Shapiros
The singer is content once they've acquired expensive things like cigars called Shapiros.

Cheers to the future as we toast to life
The singer offers a toast to the future and all the good things that come with their success and lifestyle.

I'm Prive-ing in Miami, I'm a socialite, nigga
The artist is enjoying the exclusive experience of being a VIP in Miami and is embracing the label of being a public figure associated with the wealthy and glamorous.

The cars are big, the cribs are bigger
The artist's cars and houses are so large that even the cars are relatively large by comparison.

The kids are happy, the perfect picture
The artist is content with their lifestyle, and it provides happiness for their family.

Gemstar razor, the fruit of my labor
The singer is showing off their wealth through the ownership of a very expensive razor named Gemstar.

And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor
The artist feels favored in life and confident in their success, perhaps from God or fate, resulting in a prestigious aura.

These bitches fake like the hoes on "Flavor"
The singer is comparing women to the exaggerated portrayals of women on reality TV shows like Flavor of Love, suggesting that women are often fake.

But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper, yes!
The singer is indicating that they don't mind spending money since it's just paper and seemingly endless for them.