Keys 2 the City - Nipsey Hussle

455, I drive by doing a hundred

And I stay blunted 'cause I do what I need

And that’s the reason that they love me

'Cause I’ve been making money

I got the key to the city

It feels good to be on top, I got the key to the city

This is how it is to be a big shot

Listen, black on black Mercedes-Benz

Tattoo all my lady friends

Nipsey on they titties

More game than ESPN

I turn these hoes to lesbians, make her fuck her best of friends

Get head for one hour, smoke a blunt and catch my second wind

Hopping off that tour bus, she probably just had sex with him

She’s out of your possession, you cannot protect her then

South Central that’s my residence

Deadly like them seven sins

And if I’m not the king of this

I must be the president

OMG, I’m ill as shit, money is my medicine

Shout out to my niggas in the pen text messaging

Shout out to them bitches getting it in in their crevices

Conjugal visits make sex seem so irrelevant

Forget about the risk we took, I never can

Rebel in this white man world until they bury him

Being broke is so un-American

That’s why I’m screaming all money in, 'til the end

Nigga

455, I drive by doing a hundred

And I stay blunted 'cause I do what I need

And that’s the reason that they love me

'Cause I’ve been making money

I got the key to the city

It feels good to be on top, I got the key to the city

This is how it is to be a big shot

Pull up in that old school, me and lil' Shady Blue

Fresh up out the county jail, they held us both without no bail

10 stacks to my lawyer, said a prayer that we prevailed

Jealous niggas hated that, love to see a nigga fail

Miss me with that, «Bro I love you»

Sucka nigga be for real

Fake as four dollar bills

Hit the gas, we’re out of here

On our way to Fox Hills, spending like we got a mil'

Smoking so much kush it got us feeling like we’re off a pill

They know we got dollars still

And bitches know they got the bill

Eatin' Benihana daily, drive my baby mama crazy

Name a nigga that could fade me

Pussy that does not persuade me

Got a swag that make 'em hate me

Plus we never shop at Macy’s

Louis V and Gucci, maybe

Neiman Marcus, blue Mercedes

We was both familiar faces

Spending thousands, dodging cases

«Fuck a bottle, bring the cases», is what we told the waitress

Then pop Clicquot for all of y’all that tried to play us

455, I drive by doing a hundred

And I stay blunted 'cause I do what I need

And that’s the reason that they love me

'Cause I’ve been making money

I got the key to the city

It feels good to be on top, I got the key to the city

This is how it is to be a big shot

Hussle, hussle, Dre past, Def Jam, Capital Atlantic too

Thought that I’ll be dead or doing life, 'cause what I rap is true

Just another you know who

Sam had some time to do

And yea, Steve is cool, but I heard Big U’s an animal

Fuck what they was talking about

We just did what we had to do

Became the most valuable, after I dropped Volume 2

From the West Coast at least, now for the West Coast I speak

'Cause on a level four with Gilbon is where I’m 'posed to be

I be on some business shit

Y’all bring out the loc in me

Like a broke weed head, my pistol will smoke for free

Emani ain’t gonna know the streets

Got to keep her close to me

Put that on the man that’s on the cross on my rosary

Wasn’t always banging but I speak about it openly

No shame in my game

I did my thing, on the coldest streets

Who’s the hottest on the West

All you niggas know it’s me

So tell whoever got it lock that Nipsey Hussle stole the key

455, I drive by doing a hundred

And I stay blunted 'cause I do what I need

And that’s the reason that they love me

'Cause I’ve been making money

I got the key to the city

It feels good to be on top, I got the key to the city

This is how it is to be a big shot