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Keyz 2 The City 2 feat. TeeFlii - Nipsey Hussle, Victory Lap [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Vocals
TeeFLii
TeeFLii
Vocals
Teddy Walton
Teddy Walton
Programming
Jake One
Jake One
Programming
JustJosh Music Group
JustJosh Music Group
Programming
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Braylin Bowman
Braylin Bowman
Songwriter
Christian Jones
Christian Jones
Songwriter
Ermias Asghedom
Ermias Asghedom
Songwriter
Jacob Dutton
Jacob Dutton
Songwriter
John Groover
John Groover
Songwriter
Joshua Conerly
Joshua Conerly
Songwriter
Joshua Henderson
Joshua Henderson
Songwriter
Michael Cox, Jr.
Michael Cox, Jr.
Songwriter
Teddy Walton
Teddy Walton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ermias Asghedom
Ermias Asghedom
Executive Producer
Teddy Walton
Teddy Walton
Producer
Adam Aderbraun
Adam Aderbraun
Executive Producer
Samiel Asgehdom
Samiel Asgehdom
Executive Producer
Stephen Donelson
Stephen Donelson
Executive Producer
Steven “Steve-O” Carless
Executive Producer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
JustJosh Music Group
JustJosh Music Group
Producer
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Garnett Flynn
Garnett Flynn
Engineer
P. Diddy
P. Diddy
Executive Producer
Tyler Page
Tyler Page
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, rollin' up some good, pourin' up 'til we get faded
You know how we do it, everybody takin' flicks of me
I got the keys to the city, I don't need no limousine
I turn out when I pull up and tell my bookin' agent book a show
Runnin' 'round with the paper bag
Runnin' 'round with the paper bag
Goin' crazy, spendin' all this cash
Goin' crazy, spendin' all this cash
If I spend it I'ma get it back, even when I'm ridin' 'round dirty
A **** don't need a seatbelt, a **** don't need a seatbelt
Nah, it don't cost to keep it real, run up, get done up
Shit can get real, fuck around and get your ass robbed
**** fuck around and take your shit, got you askin' God why
Drag your ass into an alley, pull out, aim for the target
Should've never been around the killers
In my town, we the fuckin' realest
No Cheddar Bobs 'round here
I get to sprayin', they gon' get down
Ski mask over my face
Catch a body in broad day
Catch a body in broad day
[Chorus]
I got the key to the city, I got a ho that's saddity
Talk to that bitch in Swahili, tattoo my name in graffiti
Whack out your hood in graffiti
Come through your hood on the weekly
None of y'all **** can't see me
None of y'all **** can't see me
[Verse 2]
Y'all ain't got nothin' like this over there
Bunch of front-line millionaires
Bunch of self-made, out the trunk paid
'Gainst the odds, really took it there
Any prob', I'ma reappear, with a squad you already fear
All this time I've been playin' fair, seven digits every single year
**** died, **** disappeared, alibis, I was really there
Life of crime 'til I get the chair, Columbine in my trigger hair
Still I rise and I took the stairs
Feel the fire, it's a different glare
All these fights, it was never fair
Bustin' knuckles, still I'm swingin' fierce
Taste the salt inside my drippin' tears
You should know I never had a fear
You should know I never had a shot
Never had a chance, still, I took it here
Manage pride, but I see it clear, strategize, I'm an engineer
Pick a side, gotta keep it there, switchin' up, ****, lookin' weird
[Chorus]
I got the key to the city, I got a ho that's saddity
Talk to that bitch in Swahili, tattoo my name in graffiti
Whack out your hood in graffiti
Come through your hood on the weekly
None of y'all **** can't see me
None of y'all **** can't see me
[Instrumental]
Tappin' in
Say they waitin' for it, tell the streets a **** back again
Ridin' 'round inside the 'Bach again
Rollin' flame inside the 'Bach again
405, another traffic jam
Improvise another master plan
Sit outside a **** family pad
Another seven grams inside a sandwich bag
My whole life is like a balance act
People's champ, but could you handle that?
I pull up inside the black on black
And park this big-ass Benz inside the handicap
What I done, they can't imagine that
One-of-one, it's like a magic trick
Matter fact, it's like a lotto pick
That's why I gotta talk a lot of shit
Written by: Braylin Bowman, Christian Jones, Composer Author Unknown, Ermias Asghedom, Jacob Dutton, John Groover, Joshua Conerly, Joshua Henderson, Michael Cox, Michael Cox, Jr., Teddy Walton
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