[Intro]
(Nothin' we can't fix)
Hustlas, take notes. Yeah, yeah. I'm feelin' it, turn it up for me. Get it, get it, yeah
[Verse 1]
In the city of dreams, my team reign supreme, runnin' like a money machine
Givin' props to all the dope game kings, servin' birds with no wings
Candy, gotta get that green, work hand in hand with the fiends
The cook was posted up with the triple beam
Water boilin', feel the heat from the steam
Crime life is gettin' fun at the D
Best to bring that money back or you gon be a fuckin corpse in the streets
And the big time dealers waitin' patiently
To get they own serving of mighty ice cream
If your paper is right, you can purchase anything
From a hundred dollar pop to a kilo of crack cocaine
The finished product gets dumped on pipe screens
All across America, know what I mean
My people say sometimes he hear the rock callin'
He used to be ballin' but now he's just another hype on the scene
I know it's tragic but I gotta keep snatchin' my green
And stay the fuck away from police, I got the keys to the city
[Chorus]
We got the keys to the city
I got the keys to the city, mayne
[Interlude]
What's up, what's up
(Nothing we can't fix)
Like that huh, check it out
[Verse 2]
When you livin' the life, your pager beepin' all night
And havin' several spots to lay your head is only right
Gots to keep your bail money and paid lawyers too
Cause ain't a hustla in the world that's dope case proof
And plus the rollers don't sleep, niggas are leaving this juju
Cause task wakw ya up when you do
Must have a mob of grimys who ain't afraid to let rounds loose
And won't snitch to the boys in blue
I can't forget the curve service, you know the type that live on the track
And set up camp when you give em a sack (True dat, true dat)
And them bitches, yeah mayne, they fit in the mix
Not just to fuck but the scent on tricks with kicks
Them hoes who know how to keep they mouth closed
When the mini gaming dog, the hoochie is yours
But to have a main woman is option now
Cause hoes that rob for ransom and when this shit get foul
And attack cause they hit you when you least expect
When the fetti comes, the fool that wanna test your rep
Graveyards over flooring with the ballers and strips
So keep an eye out and watch your step, who got the keys to the city
[Chorus]
I got the keys to the city
We got the keys to the city mayne
[Verse 3]
I know some say I'm wrong but my kids couldn't eat if I wasn't here gettin' it on
And they say I'm killing my kind
But since the beginning of time we found ways to get high
It isn't really my fault cause lil fools don't wanna go to school
They wanna hustle and floss, be ghetto stars and have the hood rats jack
All the bitches wanna be next to the man on top
Should I lose sleep when I send my soldiers out with they heat
Smother suckas over territory
I can't stress my head over yola smokin' parents on a mission and neglecting they kids
See, that's the other side of the life that we live
You can get it with a L or straight die in the penn
Holla at me, is it really worth the diamonds and Benz
If so, then just know that you ain't got no friends
Even then will pull your card if you try to pretend
So you gotta be in it to win, we got the keys to the city
[Chorus]
I got the keys to the city, mayne
I got the keys to the city
[Outro]
Much love to all my folks that went down in the muthafuckin dope game, tryna get that big paper, you know what I'm saying? All the muthafuckas that got here with indictments, you know. All the muthafuckas up in federal state, all that big shit, you know? The boy out here with the keys to the city, keep that shit crackin'. Oh, so when you come home nigga, I got it
(Nothing we can't fix, nothing we can't fix)