styles p – the key 歌詞


“the key”

focusin’ when i wanna quit
understand i was raised on some other sh-t
what’s the pain to ya’?
what’s the name to ya’?
what’s shame to ya’?
what’s the game and the fame to ya’?
these is the questions that i ask myself
like the haze and the hashy for help
or courvoisier straight
a parking lot full of thugs parkin’ in late

make moves but take time like a chess piece
before i start the car, four dimes to the chest piece
windows ain’t the only things tinted
n-gg-s is too, i been trynna blow but it may take me a minute
sh-t, time is money though
i’m on the low but my ghost actin’ funny though
he sayin’ chill n-gg-
now you could build or you could kill n-gg-
that depend on your will n-gg-, my reply is to thrill n-gg-
i be seekin’ adventure
if i kill a [stun 5 that’ll weaken they venture]?
see time in another frame
and i’m thirsty for knowledge
would it really mean my mind got a hunger pain?
could it shine when it come to rain?
and could rain when it shine once in a while to keep me on a humble plain?

honor and respect
lama in the bama check the drama in a sec’
thinkin’ ’bout the days when we blew chocolate
gin and tonic till the death
and n-gg-s grew up fast and threw up cash
to get sneakers, cars and clothes and who want blast?
and this is our life we live this n-gg-
sound trife but we did this n-gg-
just to breath out here is a motherf-ckin’ privelage n-gg-

maintain perseverance through the hard times
but is it hard if i ain’t doing hard time?
work your ear, hard rhymes through the god mind
best on the street and i only do it part time
flow is just the tip of the iceberg
low when i’m spittin’ them nice words
get dough when i’m hittin’ them right curbs
live off a principle n-gg-
complex but i try to keep it simple my n-gg-
i got to work on my physical and mental my n-gg-
nowadays they bust shots at your temple my n-gg-
i said the streets don’t love you back
so i sleep with a eye open, hug my gat
i’m a ride for my man, i’m a thug like that
it’s family first
it’s goin’ down i’m a blam you first
step back you see the man in work (you know?)

- styles p