Key To My City
[Verse 1: Tech]

First thing i say is free the man Jeremy B
Tech money finna burn em 3rd degree
Its shame man you never heard of me
I’m the one that kept these locals on a leash
Fuck you hatin we the team you wanna be
Out in maine 40 degrees with the tee
I get talking ain't bout money then kapeesh
Man I’m out here breaking arms i got you covered like a sleeve
Fuck that bullshit we gon stop it, light my blunt bitch thats a rocket all these shoes bitch i be coppin need a warrant if knocking
An they tell me go n get it shit i got it ain't no problem
N i do this shit from maine i kill this shit look what I’m dropping
Uh
Second thing is free the man Dylan M
He a ride or die  homie til the end
He something like a kin we keep it real no pretend
We just looking for a lick we fucked the check up for a M

An they sayin that we snitching bitch
Yo what you saying?
Man i been in this shit
So bitch you playin
Up in maine n I’m the hottest, yeah i do it ain't no topppin
I’m the topic when they gossip yeah they want it bitch i got it fuck around make her drop it you just mad she lemme pop it
Now i locked it now i got it dripping like a faucet
Woo woo

Fuck around n get this money with us
Known around the city bitch we be them money gettas
Tell me why they hatin can you tell me that?
See the money in my city I’m like gimmie that
Imma bottle of that spade you a 30 rack
Yo whats ya clique what ya name never heard of that
Man i been thinking like the craziest shit
I’m just posted at the crib wit my lady n shit
Its fuck 12 but i fuck wit brady n shit
My whole team looney we all crazy shit

Im fighting case after case my energy bitch i waste
I’m praying lord i don’t go n throw my life all away
But i swear that I’m good make it out here alive
I’m never selling my soul or ever snitch on my guys


Man i get it out the mud i ain't talking to po
Imma grind ever harder put pinault on the globe
Fuck around n raise the tax bitch you already know
I’m like bernie in my city gotta tax to get dough
We take the taxi an go , if you trap bitch you know
We out here blown on os, we get the gas for the low
I rock the po to the lo tech lock n he load X2



Hope this the key to my city
Please tell me you with me
I’m just rollin that gas
N smokin L’s til im dizzy
Need the juice i got plenty
Mix it up with the henney
Any rapper that want it
Ill just go kill em like kennet

I swear i fuck with this dime
She put me out of my mind
Hypnotized by looks
N how she be on her grind
Never ever will leave
Shanty right by my side
If you wanna beat the best you better get on your grind