KEYS Lyrics

Man, I promise my niggas go door the door from four to four

We got forty more doors to go, came for the dough

Our opponents, we handle those, got plenty more

All the roaches on every road like all the holes

I ain't holdin' no 44 but fold the folks

So I ain't foldin' or fallin', no, I'm

Mama told me I'm very dope, the only GOAT

Like the homies ain't very close, on every door

Like I get the keys, man, I promise I pack the heat, yeah

No, I ain't yappin', give you my raps

And give me my bag and leave, yeah

I get the keys, man, I promise I pack the heat, yeah

No, I ain't yappin', give you my raps

And give me my bag and leave, uh, jeesh

I had to get back, uh, like sit in the back and shit

Made these niggas feel me like I promised I'd kill you on accident

I'm back, so I'ma just flex again

What's brackin'? Give me my bag and shit

I'm laughin', so I might laugh again

Uh-uh, another classic in, uh

So I'm only hopin' holding onto focus that I blow and show that I am so explosive

Growth and holy emotion only reason why I flow and post for socials

Nothin' more important than the kid dethroning

All these older folks who foldin' under pressure

For the only dough, they've only seen unfoldin

When they told it's for them

Want my pockets swollen

Homie, I ain't stole it

I know that they diggin' my shit

Cause I'm very golden, like that watch I would wear when I'm flickin' my wrist

Yeah, like, give me my brick

Feel me though, he need no rest in this shit

Dealin' with demons, no wrestlin' shit

Feed me those beats, see me spazzin' and shit

I'm back on my shit

Man, I promise my niggas go door the door from four to four

We got forty more doors to go, came for the dough

Our opponents, we handle those, got plenty more

All the roaches on every road like all the holes

I ain't holdin' no 44 but fold the folks

So I ain't foldin' or fallin', no, I'm..

Mama told me I'm very dope, the only GOAT

Like the homies ain't very close, on every door

Like I get the keys, man, I promise I pack the heat, yeah

No, I ain't yappin', give you my raps

And give me my bag and leave, yeah

I get the keys, man, I promise I pack the heat, yeah

No, I ain't yappin', give you my raps

And give me my bag and leave, uh, jeesh

Ain't no Insta filter, ain't no shit for minutes

So I'm keepin' it real

Yeah, I been that nigga since I been a kid

I done been ready to tell my story

I prove that I handle myself with glory

I move to the beat on my heart

And surely I'm losin' these friends, but not my

She holdin' me down, so I'm not lonely

Takin' it back to the old days

Takin' it back to the rap, the flow, the bap

The trap, the wordplay

I done been movin' in easy, buildin' suspense like it's really foreplay

I'm about to fuck the game

I build up my name uh, that's just for four plays

Yeah, okay

Still underground, uh

But I know they diggin' my shit

Cause I'm very golden like that watch I will wear when I'm flickin' my wrist

Like, give me my brick

Feel me though, he need no rest in this shit

Dealin' with demons, no wrestlin' shit

Feed me those beats, see me spazzin' and shit

I'm back on my shit

Man, I promise my niggas go door the door from four to four

We got forty more doors to go, came for the dough

Our opponents, we handle those, got plenty more

All the roaches on every road like all the holes

I ain't holdin' no 44 but fold the folks

So I ain't foldin' or fallin', no, I'm..

Mama told me I'm very dope, the only GOAT

Like the homies ain't very close, on every door

Like I get the keys, man, I promise I pack the heat, yeah

No, I ain't yappin', give you my raps

And give me my bag and leave, yeah

I get the keys, man, I promise I pack the heat, yeah

No, I ain't yappin', give you my raps

And give me my bag and leave, uh, jeesh