Letras
OG said I got the keys to the city
I opened up the door and let my niggas in with me
Everybody prosper, no weapon formed against me
Can ever stop the boy from eating biscuits in a Bentley
Country rap tunes, I assume you're unfamiliar
Three things matter, God, music, and familia
Everything remaining come and go like a revolving door
Treating them as such, I ain't stunting, it's just all I know
Money ain't what you make, it's more like what you're making of it
And then these women, dog, y'all gonna have to pray for them
Ice cold plasma, Blood type A and see the A is for Alaska
Never went to grad school, it's cool to be a bachelor
If everybody Richie Green's who gonna be the master
Hold up, you know I'm Sho'Nuff with the stanzas
The Bruce Leroy of b-boys until my pockets on keloid
Chizzle mane
Dude with the low profile and cold style
I-N-D-I-E never local
Loc'd out, your sentence ain't valid if you never been in no trials
If you didn't know it, bet you know now
5th
OG said I got the keys to the city
I opened up the door and let my niggas in with me
Now everybody prosper, no weapon formed against me
Is ever gonna stop me, no they can't stop me
OG said I got the keys to the city
I opened up the door and let my niggas in with me
Now everybody prosper, no weapon formed against me
Is ever gonna stop me, no they can't stop me
First of all I don't perpetuate no foolishness
Neck bearing a crucifix you wanna make it bolder
Try throwing that on your shoulder
Stroll down that Soul Train line of criticism
From hating niggas resisting that you're really divine
I shine, that's regardless if the blind recognize
Or the deaf bobbing they heads
Lames get up and dance
If fame's within a glance, it can shrink with a blink
Celsius to Fahrenheit you ain't as hot as you think
Plus, forget a budget, I was living on a shoestring
Couldn't buy a shoestring