Made The Keys Lyrics

I wanna tell a story

You wanna hear a story

Listen to my story

Ayyy story story

He the type of nigga that came from public housing

He the type that never laugh in a sitting gathering

He the type to bow his head when it's clouded

Not talking smoke but limitation setting boundaries

Broken hearted, Choice Broken, mama broken too

Since the 9th grade turnt up but he don't follow rules

The green beans on his mind, not talking vegetarian

He got leans on his body, on the road of chasing money

He gotta win that's all he say

On the road to riches just like relay

He cannot see no stop signs he cannot wait

Battling depression cos he's momma loosing weight

Really from the creek, man this struggle is not for weak

Suffering and smiling when the camera's on you dig?

Really from the street, for sure we gon make it big

We really from the streets

Really from the street we the ones who made the keys

Really from the streets we done made it to the League

Really from the street we the ones who made it big

Really from the street now we moving round with clips

Really from the street we the ones who made the keys

Really from the streets now we do it as we please

Really from the streets they can't figure how we live

We really from the streets

I'm putting work like every dreaming child you know

Same nigga doubted me, he didn't believe that Jesus rose

Long live my uncle still cry how I miss your soul

Every other days I'm still grateful for the sun

Believe me, I can't do this on my own

Smoke gelato I just smoke a forty one

I know they gon hear my name like bush you round the Globe

I'm in that chosen list I just hope that we all know

He kinda make it out Getting paper now he don't quit

Trails tribulations on is face he getting faded

He taking drugs now this a pain killer to the streets

We done wabble before we eat,