Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors


Make ya skin crawl, press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon' stop us? $#&@ the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper
Seein' my life through the windshields of choppers

I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla

Money's the least, drag a (*##$ by her dog collar

Now ho folla', this is my ghetto story
Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta
Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here


So much white you might think ya 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 %#@! I ever wrote, not Pac inspired

It's crack pot inspired, my real ^!$$%z quote
(*##$ never cook my !@%!e, why? Never trust a ho with your child
At you make believe rappers I smile, ha


C!@#^s treatin' my style, like you Internet sharing my files
You're my space ^!$$%z

So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin' on Sara Fin'
Wellfy check ^!$$%, I never been, cook money clean through Maryland


%#@!, countin' just gasp at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, ain't a (*##$ realer
So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya

Now get the $#&@ off

Keys open doors, keys open doors

Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors


Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors

Yeah, check it
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors


Throw it on the scale, feed ya !@#$ self
Get it how you live, we don't ask for help, no
Word on the street is you gon' love how it melt

And I don't come with a pitch neither, the %#@! sell itself

I yell re-up 'til I'm locked like ma-mia

And get it cross the state with the grace of Maria
Keep on toys, you gon' know us when you see us
Living street tales worthy of Don Divas


Keys in the floor, mistress in Dior
(*##$ tell me she love me, but I know she's a !@^%

%#@! could get ugly, %#@! she talk to the Lord now
It's just what I get, it's the roses of war


$#&@ the bureau, rather be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, $#&@ hoes in plurals
Just like Heaven as I gaze at the mural

What a piece of mind when you copy some Shapiro's

Cheers to the future as we toast to life

I'm preventing Miami, I'm a socialite, ^!$$%
The cars is big, the cribs is bigger
The kids are happy, the perfect picture


Gem star razor, the fruit of my labor
And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor

These (*##$es fake like the hoes on flavor
But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper, yes


Keys open doors, keys open doors
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Keys open doors, keys open doors

Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors

Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
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