G.Rob - The Key Lyrics

I got the Key
Ask yourself
Who do you L-O-V-E
If it ain't yourself
Then you ain't living free
Nah, you not
Nah you, ain't living free

I just got a call
That's the word of chief
Cuz i'm coming in Hip
To the H-O-P
I don't give a shit
If you hate on me
Imma steal the bread from the bakery
All the baguettes
And your fake gold teeth

Okay F*ck that shit
Run it back quick

R.I.P to Mac and Yam$
Smoking weed back in Amsterdam
Imma G, Don't give a damn
When you see me
You know I'm the man
Styling so free
That's the plan
Ruled by Cream
Students of the wu-tang clan

This that hot rap shit
Coming in ratchet
Peanut butter
With a baseball bat shit
This my style
Don't try and match it
Yeah I been a while
But I had to go practice

Had enough of slacking
Time to really start rapping
Polo hat
But no I ain't capping
Wu-Tang Clan
Yeah it's cream I'm stacking
Smoking with my team
Sat back relaxing
Puffing on green
Yeah it's fantastic
Ya better know
Better know
Better know
You better know