The Key

Cavs take the ship, I'll make the claim
Still independent, ain't shit changed
Ain't claiming no dependents, Trump still rich
Cops still wanna profile, wanna take away our kids
We lost ourselves a David
Lost ourselves a Laker
Lost ourselves more than I wanna talk about
Still I walk around like I'm famous
I still get too faded
I broke the seal one week into the New Year but I'm stressed out
My lane is too much for two ears
And there's too many fake fucks in the industry that wanna give new deals
And the label ain't even know I'm dodging off this Autobahn in the new whip
Off of 7 songs, 7 songs
That's all it took!? 7 songs!
That's one night with the right wine
And the right girl and the right thong
That's motivation, cultivation
Growing money trees, future tax evasion
I'm not here to make you rich enough so you cry about how I'm a shot taker
I'ma straight shooter in this mad life
Packy first then it's nap time
For you beat the count in the 12th round
Then when March comes it's goodnight

Yeah, yeah
They should know
If Khaled is the key I'm way too major for the dough
And my 3 phones ringing all week leave me alone
Got 4 the blessing dropping
I just pray we bring it home
Yeah you know