The Key

I got the Key Ask yourself Who do you L-O-V-E If it ain't yourself Then you ain't living free Nah, you not Nah you, ain't living free I just got a call That's the word of chief Cuz i'm coming in Hip To the H-O-P I don't give a shit If you hate on me Imma steal the bread from the bakery All the baguettes And your fake gold teeth Okay F*ck that shit Run it back quick R.I.P to Mac and Yam$ Smoking weed back in Amsterdam Imma G, Don't give a damn When you see me You know I'm the man Styling so free That's the plan Ruled by Cream Students of the wu-tang clan This that hot rap shit Coming in ratchet Peanut butter With a baseball bat shit This my style Don't try and match it Yeah I been a while But I had to go practice Had enough of slacking Time to really start rapping Polo hat But no I ain't capping Wu-Tang Clan Yeah it's cream I'm stacking Smoking with my team Sat back relaxing Puffing on green Yeah it's fantastic Ya better know Better know Better know You better know