How can I give this all up?
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn't enough
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys
Ask my nigga Nunu how we went through all them rubber bands
'Member when I copped the ice, Hublot with the rubber band
Made 30K this week, I'm nothing like them other man
I'm on a different level now but I don't think they understand
Last year, it woulda stressed my pockets if I copped a Range
Funny how in a couple months, how a lot could change
Old niggas on the track, braggin' 'bout a watch and chain
Next album, I'll probably rap about yachts and planes
Pull up on the block, all them yungens circle 'round the Porsche
Came a long way from the Gilera with the loud exhaust
Shit was slow, mandem was movin' like some scavengers
Never goin' broke again, I'm cool with all the traffickers
Jazzy said "Chill and let them young bucks spray them tools"
Think they're hatin' now, watch when I upgrade my jewels
My little niggas, little niggas spend a monkey on some shoes
Trappin' from a distance, can't see them junkies from these views
Grew up 'round some of the best niggas to do it
Now we're fuckin' with them Albo's, they like the Mexicans of Europe
They don't play me on the radio but I don't give a fuck
I've buried P, went broke, then I had to dig it up
How can I give this all up?
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn't enough
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys
Empty boxes got me nauseous (it got me sick)
Six burner phones in my faucet
We buy phones and we wash 'em (yeah, we toss 'em)
Diggin' holes to find a million dollars rottin', ain't sweet
I've been broke, same clothes for a week (for a week)
Fresh off the plane, I see badges, fuck the D.E.A
This P costs a couple more G's when it leave the States
Started from the bottom, with a key of yay (a kilo)
I'm ridin' 'round dirty in this Honda, I don't need the Wraith
They grabbed Stack, we just laughed when he beat the case
Cookies with the cheese, our London growers bring me strains
Bring the jack back, I'm smokin' for the JA (rest in peace)
Black hoodie with the AK
Shit, dirty money bring the devil out (the devil)
Bag the lemonade
Put my gloves on, then we send 'em out
80 for a 20 pack, yeah, I'm talkin' locally (right here)
Here in the city, I'm still gettin' four a P
The rest of 'em gettin' two, they can't even sell 'em though (they can't)
I could never sell 'em low, I'd rather be sellin' blow
Talkin' on the telephone, now he's never coming home (it's a shame)
The dope gang dirty, yeah
They don't love you till you're gone, yeah
How can I give this all up?
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn't enough
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys
