"KEYKAGE" lyrics
The true prophets in this time are being slain
By this Jezebel spirit that is trying to silence the voices that have reigned
Street turned Keezy into a villain, ain't been the same since I lost my mama
It's a evil world we live in, keep your nunchucks tucked like Gaara
Went to war just like Saint Peter, Key got blood on his katana
Five-inch ARP my baby, Porsche Carrera with the carbon
Keezy pulled up in that V8 thing, nigga, this that what-you-call-it
Wanna lay up, yeah, I love you, bae, but I hear that money callin'
Spent a hundred on the trip, told bro to catch me if I'm fallin'
Come through masked up like Kakashi
I'm a fool when I swing that sword, nigga, don't get sliced tryna watch my pockets
Say my Filipino strong and eat fresh tuna for more tsunami
Shipped the AMG to Tokyo, tryna drift like Umuzaki
Hit the gas, this bitch go boom, talkin' 'bout Nagasaki
Key gon' put in work like Kim Jong Un, I just can't speak on bodies
Spread the sea like Moses, straight monsoon, damn, lil' T Key flooded
Ram the AMG, ain't no more room, now she my favorite buddy
Key so mafioso, we go Maggiano's, order some linguini for my cholo
Wrap the AMG in rojo, spend a dub while I'm in Soho
And this big booty [?] thing keep tryna take a photo
(No free promo, ho, what the hell you doin'? Baby, let that go)
You need these racks, I see through the act, you ain't even gotta let me know
You the one threw the flat, tryna [?], hop out and play tic-tac-toe
These niggas be all for show
Hiroshima, they knew I was next, but ain't wanna see me blow
They whores, that's what you call a person that sells out
If a woman went out here selling her body, what would call her?
If somebody can purchase something that was never meant for you to sell, then you prostituting it
You put your foolishness on display to influence the masses
Therefore, I'm coming to give you a [?]
Street turned Keezy into a villain, ain't been the same since I lost my mama
It's a evil world we live in, keep your nunchucks tucked like Gaara
Went to war just like Saint Peter, Key got blood on his katana
Five-inch ARP my baby, Porsche Carrera with the carbon
Keezy pulled up in that V8 thing, nigga, this that what-you-call-it
Keezy pulled up in that V8 thing, nigga, this that what-you-call-it
By this Jezebel spirit that is trying to silence the voices that have reigned
Street turned Keezy into a villain, ain't been the same since I lost my mama
It's a evil world we live in, keep your nunchucks tucked like Gaara
Went to war just like Saint Peter, Key got blood on his katana
Five-inch ARP my baby, Porsche Carrera with the carbon
Keezy pulled up in that V8 thing, nigga, this that what-you-call-it
Wanna lay up, yeah, I love you, bae, but I hear that money callin'
Spent a hundred on the trip, told bro to catch me if I'm fallin'
Come through masked up like Kakashi
I'm a fool when I swing that sword, nigga, don't get sliced tryna watch my pockets
Say my Filipino strong and eat fresh tuna for more tsunami
Shipped the AMG to Tokyo, tryna drift like Umuzaki
Hit the gas, this bitch go boom, talkin' 'bout Nagasaki
Key gon' put in work like Kim Jong Un, I just can't speak on bodies
Spread the sea like Moses, straight monsoon, damn, lil' T Key flooded
Ram the AMG, ain't no more room, now she my favorite buddy
Key so mafioso, we go Maggiano's, order some linguini for my cholo
Wrap the AMG in rojo, spend a dub while I'm in Soho
And this big booty [?] thing keep tryna take a photo
(No free promo, ho, what the hell you doin'? Baby, let that go)
You need these racks, I see through the act, you ain't even gotta let me know
You the one threw the flat, tryna [?], hop out and play tic-tac-toe
These niggas be all for show
Hiroshima, they knew I was next, but ain't wanna see me blow
They whores, that's what you call a person that sells out
If a woman went out here selling her body, what would call her?
If somebody can purchase something that was never meant for you to sell, then you prostituting it
You put your foolishness on display to influence the masses
Therefore, I'm coming to give you a [?]
Street turned Keezy into a villain, ain't been the same since I lost my mama
It's a evil world we live in, keep your nunchucks tucked like Gaara
Went to war just like Saint Peter, Key got blood on his katana
Five-inch ARP my baby, Porsche Carrera with the carbon
Keezy pulled up in that V8 thing, nigga, this that what-you-call-it
Keezy pulled up in that V8 thing, nigga, this that what-you-call-it
