Keys Open Doors

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 (Yough!) Make your skin crawl
 Press one button, let the wind fall
 Who gonna stop us? Fuck the coppers!
 The mind of a kilo shopper
 Seeing my life through the wind shields of choppers
 I ain't spend one rap dollar in three years, holla!
 Money's the leash, drag a bitch by her dog collar
 Now, ho follow, this is my ghetto story
 Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dada
 Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here
 So much white you might think your holy Christ is near
 Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare
 Ice trays? Nada! All you see is pigeons paired
 The realest shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
 It's crack pot inspired, my real niggas quote
 Bitch, never cook my coke! Why? Never trust a ho with your child
 At you make believe rappers, I smile! Ha! Canal streeting my style
 Like you internet sharing my files, you Myspace niggas
 So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sipping on Sara fin
 Royalty check, nigga, I never been
 Cook money clean through Merrill Lynch
 Accountant just gasp at the smell of it!
 Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realer
 So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya!
 (Keys open doors) knock it the fuck off!
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 Check it
 Keys open doors
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 Throw it on the scale, feed your God damn self
 Get it how you live, we don't ask for help (no)
 Word on the street is you gonna love how it melt
 And I don't come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself
 I yell, "Re-up" 'til I'm locked like Mumia
 And get it 'cross the state with the grace of Maria
 Keep on toys, you goin' know us when you see us
 Living street tales worthy of Don Divas
 Keys in the floor, mistress in Dior
 Bitch tell me she love me, but I know she's a whore
 Shit could get ugly, shit she talk to the Law
 And that's just what I get, its the Roses of War
 Fuck the Bureau! Rather be spending Euros
 And get fed grapes, fuck hoes in plurals
 Just like heaven as I gaze at the mural
 What a peace of mind when you cop you some Shapiro's
 Cheers to the future as we toast to life
 I'm prive'ing in Miami, I'm a socialite, nigga
 The cars are big, the cribs are bigger
 The kids are happy, the perfect picture
 Gem star razor, the fruit of my labour
 And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favour
 These bitches fake like the hoes on Flavour
 But I don't mind spending, all it is, is paper! Yes
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