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keys 2 the city - c-weav lyrics

[hook]

i got the keys to the city
all because i do it b-i-g
and everywhere i be you know i’m vip
i got the keys to the city
doing what they said i couldn’t do
and now them hoes jockin’ too because they knew
i got the keys to the city
live my life and think it’s make believe
be like michael, you can be just like c-weav
i got the keys to the city
i was on my back when i was broke
but now i’m dope you see me flying off the ropes
i got the keys to the city

[verse 1:]

thinking back to me and ma living on welfare
now the two bedroom apartment feel like bel-air
fresher than the prince we in this b-tch like h-ll yeah
asked if i’m the sh-t, your b-tch would be like “h-ll yeah”
i’m kickin’ -ss in this game and we ain’t playin’ fair
when you see me in your city, hit me with a “yeah”
in my section you’ll see all this money on the ground
cause the n-ggas that i’m with threw that sh-t in the air
i never give up hope again
i thank god that i’m dope again, the shoe fit now i broke ’em in
no turnovers i s’posed to win now turn over i’m pokin’ in
i’m hungry, ethiopian, i swear i won’t go broke again
hot because i’m close again, these doors for me are opening
up too high, won’t look down, it’s a surprise, don’t look now
k!lling every verse so if you want it come and get me
all these b-tches f-ckin’ with me cause they know

[repeat hook]

[verse 2:]

i had a blast with them dirty b-tches
gettin’ slim too, i’m fittin’ in my 36’s
i just feel i’m so close, it’s just like third and inches
make the club jump the vertical bout thirty inches
me and my n-ggas cut the line, need bout thirty st-tches
vip, i’m just chillin’ with ’bout thirty b-tches
well i exaggerated, maybe twelve
so high above these other n-ggas, need my cdls
y’all don’t know how this sh-t f-e-e-l’s
and this for those who thought they’d see me fail
well, well, well, well, well, b-tch i’m key
you tongue kissin’ that b-tch i beat
i’m shotgun quit kickin’ my seat
don’t pop guns, use my hands and my feet
but we got guns, lose your hands and your feet
your girlfriend hand on my b-lls
you sittin’ home playin’ wit’ your meat
i’m bout to use hip hop shoes i hope they fit me
don’t know why they f-ckin’ with me, then it hit me

[repeat hook]

[verse 3:]

man when i die, just bury me across the tracks
and put here lies a cool dude on the tomb
one of the first to put james city on the map
and rep the queen like i was raised inside that b-tch too
this for those who used to laugh at me when i was broke
but now i’m dope and motherf-ckers i’mma fix you
and tell all my grandkids that i was the man
so they can tell they grandkids i was the sh-t too
i’m ready to rock like acdc, make you move like abdc
up, down, left, right, a, b, start all because i am d-o-p-e
r-e-s-p-e-c-t, c-w-e-a-v, me
no wonder he’s so key, please wait a lil’ bit you gon’ see
see, i got more to offer than just rappin’ for you
but w-h-e-n is it gon’ happen for you
i bet everything i own that they gon’ feel me
even though i’m not at home i feel i’m home
i got the keys to the city

- c weav lyrics

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