keys open doors
Singer:clipse, the
who gon' stop us? fuck the coppers
the mind of a kilo shopper
seein' my life through the windshields of choppers
i ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years
drag a bitch by her dog collar
so much white you might think ya holy christ is near
throw on your louis v millionaires to kill the glare
all you see is pigeons paired
the realest shit i ever wrote
why? never trust a ho with your child
at you make believe rappers i smile
like you internet sharing my files
i'm south beach sippin' on sara fin'
cook money clean through maryland
countin' just gasp at the smell of it
so you ain't gotta question why pusha don't feel ya
word on the street is you gon' love how it melt
and i don't come with a pitch neither
i yell re-up 'til i'm locked like ma-mia
and get it cross the state with the grace of maria
you gon' know us when you see us
living street tales worthy of don divas
bitch tell me she love me
shit she talk to the lord now
just like heaven as i gaze at the mural
what a piece of mind when you copy some shapiro's
cheers to the future as we toast to life
it's like the lord's shown favor
these bitches fake like the hoes on flavor
but i don't mind spending