DJ Luke Nasty - Key 2 The City Lyrics

Yeah
A lot of times people get caught in the height
And find themselves going in a circle without no progression
Highway Music

As I roll up this gas
I sit back and laugh (hey)
As I roll up this gas
I sick back and laugh (aye, aye, aye)

As I roll up this gas
I sit back and laugh
At some shit from the past
And my old bitch? she mad
And her new nigga? he trash
My new bitch? she thick
She love it when I rub her on ass
And get her wet
Aye, I'm on the come up
My niggas on the come up
Late nights in the studio
Don't leave until the sun up
Told my nigga Charlie G this shit gone be my summer
Put my sister through college
And take care of my mama
Till then it's back to the money
A nigga late for Vision's
Plus my tags bad, I hope I don't get a ticket
I'm just in the city
I'm just tryna make a difference
But I'm stressed
And I just need some Henny in my system
Why niggas play victim whenever race is against us
But black on black crime is at an all time high
Ahh, y'all ont' hear me? cool...
But I'm hip though
Plus I started from the bottom like cliff notes

Now this is for that
That broke nigga, that bitch tryna get it (aye)
I'm tryna make it out my city (aye)
I'm tryna make it out my city alive

Look, blunt lit
Switching lanes down 311
Burn bridges, I done learned my lesson
Man to stay afloat
I had to tell myself I'm the one
I can't be playing foe
A king shouldn't build a moat
Meanwhile it's justice out here
Tryna put on a show
And my flow cold
The engineer tryna put on a coat
See I'm tryna be dope
I know it's a thin rope
But a wise women told me you gone need faith and have hope
But see my grandma at home
And I can't pick up the phone
And tell her I feel alone
In this world full of clones
My sister think she grown
She picking up my habits, moving forward
But it's like I'm taking steps back
Well see karma is a bitch
But her ass is the fattest
And life is a trip with a whole lot of baggage
But a nigga like me in first class on a mission
Somebody tell that nigga Q Diddy, I need a Key 2 The City (Ahh)
Dreams of that new Audi with the dark tint
How you balance being Superman/Clark Kent
When jealous friends want to start shit
And you got to deal with the arguing in the car shit
Hey, this that late night at the bar shit
I tell you when I had enough
A nigga broke that's bad enough
Headed to the top
But I feel like the ladder stuck
And niggas want cake
But don't want to put no batter up
And niggas gone hate
But I ain't made them made enough
I said niggas gone hate
But I ain't made them mad enough

Now this is for that
That broke nigga, that bitch tryna get it (aye)
I'm tryna make it out my city (aye)
I'm tryna make it out my city alive

Now this is for that
That broke nigga, that bitch tryna get it (aye)
I'm tryna make it out my city (aye)
I'm tryna make it out my city alive