Keys To Success ft. Bino Jaffe Joffer & Got Damn Hank P. Lyrics

On my toes

And looking fresh

Shit

I'm feeling like the Commandant

Crab cakes and Veuve

That's the ambiance

Talked to God

He told me "Go Boy"

This a different swag you flaunt

Shades and chains on

Like Shaba Ranks

Me give 'em what them want

Ughh

Shades and chains on

Like Shabe Ranks

Me give 'em what them want

Man please

Shut up

Quit playing

I'm Bino Snipes

I'm Blade the day walker

Shit

Whack rappers I'm slaying

Basquen' in the ambiance

Thought I was gone flinch

But I didn't nigga

My resolve is staunch

I'm in a flight suit

Looked at the Team

They said nigga launch

Take off life a rocket

Attitude Vernon Maxwell

I'm an alien

To be frank

With Earthlings

I don't mix well

Searching for something different

I ain't got a type

Keep my lane open

I'm indiscriminate

Bitch I'm cold like the Kremlin

That's subzero

I'm your wife favorite lover

Your daughter's favorite rapper

Your son's hero

Now let's skip the mechanics

A real bitch over a bad bitch

I ain't with all the antics

Da Dalei Lama with this pistol

Shit ain't never no panic

Calm as a contract killer

Niggas hold they bitch closer when they get a whiff that I dig her

Man this shit is funny

I'm Ebenezer with this money

I got special effects weed

Shot got me walking like a Mummy

Aghh

And this the Kill 'Em Wit' Success Co.

And that was Bino Jaffe Joffa

And I go by many things

You know

But baby you just know imma show up

And imma show and prove

New Balance Grey Scale

I don't ride coattails

My uzi weight a ton

Equivalent to a beached whale

Plus I compose beats well

Calculated Risk

My patchwork game is awesome

Ughh

We just some lo-lifes

That grew up to have high standards

I fucked 'em up withy the

Dolce & Gabbana denim shirt

With the Saint Laurent canvas

Flew to Miami for the Mojitos

Made it look easy as shooting free throws

I ain't stressing pre-sales

I'm waiting for appraisals

From realtors in my email

Like

If it's not in your inbox

Check your junk mail

It pertains all the details

Such concise third person

With all pun intended

'Cause one out of three get it

I'm Basquiat with a plane canvas

It's not polygamy nor polyandrous

Such a beautiful mind

I wish you all a glimpse of this

Really having my way with this shit

When you think of it

Not paying homage is blasphemous

I put 'em onto game

But I'm no analyst

I'm from the Murder Capital

Where we murder for capital

Rap scene washed

Before us

Shit was comical

Don't let that rattle you

Acting all dramatical

I ain't mad at you

You gotta do what you gotta do

It's safe to say

That I'm Michael in '88

And every team in the league is in a bad space

I'm from the era of the pay phone

Maison Margiela's

And baby that's the cologne

I made this beat and merked it

Bertha Mae and Hank made the closest thing to perfect

And I'm just scratching the surface

On my toes

And looking fresh

Shit

I'm feeling like the Commandant

Crab cakes and Veuve

That's the ambiance

Talked to God

He told me "Go Boy"

This a different swag you flaunt

Shades and chains on

Like Shaba Ranks

Me give 'em what them want

Ughh

Shades and chains on

Like Shabe Ranks

Me give 'em what them want

On my toes

And looking fresh

Shit

I'm feeling like the Commandant

Crab cakes and Veuve

That's the ambiance

Talked to God

He told me "Go Boy"

This a different swag you flaunt

Shades and chains on

Like Shaba Ranks

Me give 'em what them want

Ughh

Shades and chains on

Like Shabe Ranks

Me give 'em what them want