Keys 2 The City
Nipsey Hussle Lyrics

Rollin' up some good
Smoking weed

Pourin' up 'til we get faded
Drinking until we get drunk

You know how we do it
This is how we party

Everybody takin' flicks of me
Everyone is taking pictures of me

I got the keys to the city
I have control over the city

I don't need no limousine
I don't need a fancy car

I turn out when I pull up
I attract attention when I arrive

And tell my booking agent book a show
I instruct my booking agent to schedule a performance

Runnin' 'round with the paper bag
I'm carrying a bag of cash

Goin' crazy spendin' all this cash
I'm spending a lot of money recklessly

If I spend it I'ma get it back
I believe I will make the money back even if I spend it impulsively

Even when I'm ridin' 'round dirty
Even when I'm breaking the law

A nigga don't need a seatbelt
I don't wear a seatbelt

Nah it don't cost to keep it real
Being honest doesn't come at a cost

Run up get done up
If you approach me with the wrong energy, you'll get hurt

Shit can get real
The situation can become dangerous

Fuck around and get your ass robbed
If you act stupid, you might get robbed

Nigga fuck around and tell you shit
People might gossip about you

Got ya askin' God why
You wonder why you got into this situation

Drag your ass into a alley
Take someone into a dark alley

Pull out aim for the target
Aiming a weapon at someone

Should've never been around the killers
You shouldn't have associated with violent people

In my town we the fuckin' realest
In my area, we are the most authentic

Don't try the boss 'round here
Don't mess with the person in charge

I get to sprayin' they gon' get down
If necessary, I'll start shooting and people will get down

Ski mask over my face
Wearing a mask to conceal my identity

Catch a body in broad day
Kill someone during the daytime

I got a hoe that's saddity
I have a girl who's high maintenance

Talk to that bitch in Swahili
I speak to her disrespectfully

Tattoo my name in graffiti
Leave my mark in public places

Come through your hood on the weekly
Visiting your neighborhood regularly

None of y'all niggas can see me
None of you can compete with me

Y'all ain't got nothin' like this over there
Where you're from, you don't have anything like this

Bunch of front line millionaires
A lot of fake rich people

Bunch of self made, out the trunk paid, against the odds really took it there
We really came from the bottom and made it on our own

Any problem I'ma reappear
If there's a problem, I'll show up again

Wit a squad, you already fear
With my group of friends, you're already scared

All this time I've been playing fair
Throughout all this time, I've been honest

Seven digits every single year
Earning millions of dollars every year

Niggas died, niggas disappear
People have died or disappeared

Alibi's I was really there
I was present during the situations mentioned

Life of crime 'til I get the chair
I'll continue to live a criminal lifestyle until I get caught and executed

Columbine in my trigger hair
My hair triggers me, just like the shooters in the Columbine school massacre

Still I rise and I took the stairs
I'm still successful although I had to work my way up

Feel the fire it's a different glare
The passion I have is unique

All these fights, it was never fair
I faced many challenges in life that weren't fair

Bustin' knuckles 'til I'm swinging fierce
Fighting hard and relentlessly

Face is swollen, some I'm drippin' tears
I'm badly beaten and crying

You should know I never had a fear
You should know that I'm not afraid of anything

You should know I never had a shot
You should know that I never had a chance

Never had a chance, still I took it here
Although I had no chance, I still became successful

Manage pride but I see it clear
I'm proud of myself, but I have a clear perspective

Strategize, I'm a engineer
I have good strategies and tactics

Pick a side, gotta keep it there
Choose a side and stick to it

Switchin' up nigga, lookin' weird
If you switch sides, you look bad

Tappin in', say they waitin' for it
People are anticipating my return

Tell the streets a nigga back again
Informing people that I'm back

Ridin' round inside the back again
I'm riding in the back of a car again

Rollin' flight inside the back again
Smoking weed in the back of a car again

405 another traffic jam
There's traffic on the 405 highway

Improvise another master plan
Coming up with another plan on the spot

Sit outside a nigga feel me pad
I'm writing rhymes outside, inspired by my surroundings

Another seven grams inside a sandwich bag
I have seven grams of weed in a sandwich bag

My whole life is like a balance act
My life is a balancing act

People's champ but could you handle that
I'm popular but could you handle being me?

I pull up inside the black on black and park this big ass Benz inside the handicap
I pull up in a black Mercedes and park it in a handicap spot

What I done, they can't imagine that
People can't believe what I've accomplished

One of one, it's like a magic trick
I'm one of a kind, like a magic trick

Matter fact, it's like a lotto pick
It's a lucky shot, like winning the lottery

It's why I gotta talk a lot of shit
This is why I need to boast and talk big