Benji Finesse - Key to the Streets

Niggas they claim im a villian
But I got the key to the streets
Spent couple thousands on kicks
I Mike Amiri the jeans
I try to stay in my lane
Separate from the lames
But im stuck in these streets
They do it all for the fame
Gon end up feeling pain
Cause this glizzy on me
Niggas they claim im a villian
But I got the key to the streets
Spent couple thousands on kicks
I Mike Amiri the jeans
I try to stay in my lane
Separate from the lames
But im stuck in these streets
They do it all for the fame
Gon end up feeling pain
Cause this glizzy on me
Im in the trap wit the guys
Bread gang they kno money team
We got the choppas and macs
30 shots infrared beams
We spin ya block make it hot
Better stay in ya spot
Dont come fuckin wit me
Hang wit some demons
Im boolin wit bloods
Wen you see em they throwing up bs
We run it up
Never cared bout a budget
Fuck a price
We dont kno that means
I spent them racks up in saks
Way before I did rap
Been in drip since a teen
I made the bands off finessing and juggs
But before use to serve couple feen
I try to stay in my lane
Seperate from the lames
But im stuck in the streets
They do it all for the fame
Gon end up feeling pain
Cause this glizzy on me
Hit my phone you need propane
I retired cocaine
But i got 93
Call joso got billys wit me
They banging the red
And go fuck up the streets
Pull up and the foreign odee
I got all the sauce
They keys to the streets
Niggas they claim im a villian
But I got the key to the streets
Spent couple thousands on kicks
I Mike Amiri the jeans
I try to stay in my lane
Separate from the lames
But im stuck in these streets
They do it all for the fame
Gon end up feeling pain
Cause this glizzy on me
Niggas they claim im a villian
But I got the key to the streets
Spent couple thousands on kicks
I Mike Amiri the jeans
I try to stay in my lane
Separate from the lames
But im stuck in these streets
They do it all for the fame
Gon end up feeling pain
Cause this glizzy on me
I cannot stand nun you niggas
You Pussy aint get no money
You bitches
All they do stare at the wrists
Cause they see diamonds
That water it glisten
Bitch take a seat and jus listen
That money bring hoes
So stop saying im pimping
The bands never end aint no glitches
Aint Talk no money you getting dismiss bitch
Im on the road the riches
Baby dont fuck up my bidness
She ride on the broom like them witches
She go up down hit them switches
Imma buy everything on my wishlist
Playing life like its chess
And im gifted
Got Designer my body in kith shit
& these jeans mike amiri if u listen
Niggas they claim im a villian
But I got the key to the streets
Spent couple thousands on kicks
I Mike Amiri the jeans
I try to stay in my lane
Separate from the lames
But im stuck in these streets
They do it all for the fame
Gon end up feeling pain
Cause this glizzy on me
Niggas they claim im a villian
But I got the key to the streets
Spent couple thousands on kicks
I Mike Amiri the jeans
I try to stay in my lane
Separate from the lames
But im stuck in these streets
They do it all for the fame
Gon end up feeling pain
Cause this glizzy on me

Written by:
Darryl Raiford

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