Keys to London City Lyrics

Stand clear and give him room

Mix of Conway on the flow and MF Doom

If hiphop's like a wife

Then he's just the groom

A man who moves with the old ways

Into those Sway n Techs and K Slays

Next level on the flow

He brings the craze

He's Pusher Tee when he makes them fakes ring ring

Knows men that run the streets harder than inmates from sing sing

Big black Benz

Car keys gingaling

See that whip outside

That's his likkle ting

This rhyme right here

It's just a likkle ting

All this small change he's made

Yeah

That's a likkle ting

He thinks big

While most of you lames are still on a likkle ting

Wrist and neck

Bling

Coin in pocket

Ching

Chicken piece

Wing

Oh shit

Ha ha

Bare laughs off that bar

I hold the keys to the London boroughs in these hands

Fuck the noise and grandstands

I flow high like a plane that never lands

Forever fly

I'm that guy

Flow filthier than a pig sty

Illa than Big Chris from Bedstye

I hold the keys to the London boroughs in these hands

Fuck the noise and grandstands

I flow high like a plane that never lands

Forever fly

I'm that guy

Flow filthier than a pig sty

Illa than Big Chris from Bedstye