The Keys ft. Sambito & Sam Darkoh Lyrics

Yeah the devil keeps

Telling me I'm not good enough

Luckily I call that bluff

I don't know if I'd call it luck

But I'm thriving though so I know that much

Still figuring out

Who I'mma be and who I'mma be with and where I'll put my family in a house

I don't know how it's 'gon turn out

But I know I won't burn out

Because of my father I learnt how

To always be on the lookout

For the enemy

Fake friends are all dead to me

(Wait)

I gotta forgive but it's easy to hate

Voices surrounding my head every day

Hungry mouths take the food off my plate

But the jokes on them cause I already ate

(I'm talking bout bars)

I went in

Hit the fire alarm

I keep it going like tires to cars

Pulling strings like acoustic guitars

They boxing me in but they don't wanna spar

Hurting my brain and they hurting my heart

Constantly tearing my wisdom apart

Telling me not to keep playing my cards

But imma still play em I've already started

Whatcha know about me?

To be honest I don't really know a damn thing

Maybe not yet that's a damn shame

God chose me I was handpicked

They say "Josh your styles outlandish"

Yeah It's out there but It's branded

Gotta branch out to new countries

Cause I speak French and Sambito speaks Spanish

I'm out in the Keys yeah you know that

Got designer brands hanging on my coatrack

Got the radio on playing throwbacks

Doing what I do sipping on this 4-pack

I'm out in the Keys yeah you know that

Got designer brands hanging on my coatrack

Got the radio on playing throwbacks

Doing what I do sipping on this 4-pack

How do you smile?

Picture my figures I'm switching the dial

Showing my teeth

Honestly it's been a while

I've been this way since a child

I only did what I was allowed

Til I got older then I got loud

Then I got vulgar then I got wild

Kissing my teeth while you telling me how

Really a dog for things I fall for

Living my life on all fours

Can't compete with them ball courts

Went door to door for them small chores

Stacking up crumbs

Trynna make bread on the low

It ain't get lost on me none

I couldn't eat

I even sweat in my sleep

Mind is still on the run

All alone in my space

I be brainstorming

Got the rain pouring

Gotta save face

Gotta make warnings

For the day you make it celebrate the morning

Round of applause for a great performance

You not this we not 'gon depart

Funny you think

As you remember the feelings you had so strong in the start

Now looking back are the various bars

Weight in your mind gotta carry your heart

People love to say something about you

While they be staring in awe

Real rap musician

Had a bad condition

No Battin backs getting back to business

Some people toxic don't pass the litmus

Had to cut ties with no bad intentions

I know

I'm out in the Keys yeah you know that

Got designer brands hanging on my coatrack

Got the radio on playing throwbacks

Doing what I do sipping on this 4-pack

I'm out in the Keys yeah you know that

Got designer brands hanging on my coatrack

Got the radio on playing throwbacks

Doing what I do sipping on this 4-pack