Текст песни
The ghost comes slow. The walls on fire. The ghost comes slow. The walls on fire. Uh, I saved a life with a set of Keys. My brother died with a set of keys. Mm. Unlocking codes with a set of these, Keys. Crack. And my niggas never tell 'em what They yellin'. More money, more murder, More homicide. More sex, more neck in the Bahamas, Right? More gold since the price went up. Truth be told, they icin' us. Caught beef with the POTUS, they know this how The soldiers salute when I walk on by, The Black Moses. We pray before the drive-bys. You seen the price of coke, the shit sky High. Dr. J from the baseline. You can snort it off the phone, call it FaceTime. This how your heart turn chrome. They threw Christ on the cross, Judas crossed off Homes. The ghost comes slow. The walls on fire. The ghost comes slow. The walls on fire. I saved a life with a set of keys. My brother died with a set of keys. Unlocking codes with a set of these, Keys. And my niggas never tell 'em what they Yellin'. More money, more murder, more homicide. More sex, more neck in St. Thomas, right? More gold since the price went up. Eighty-eight wide body and I piped it up. Niggas say I'm cap, but my life is a Caption. And I don't act, but I'm all about That action. Satisfaction guaranteed. Sellin' sneeze, hundred carats up my sleeve. Niggas bleed, bitches livin' on they knees. Please, look at your bitch, I can tell you Ain't rich. But YSL bags make me itch. I digress, the best rapper who ain't died yet. Yacht flow, feelin' like a fuckin' pirate. No patch on the eye, but the chain slick Rick. If you line 'em end to end, they Be long as twenty bricks. I never reminisce, that good music money been spent. Rolls Royce 2027 engines. Spin that, my young Miami bitch blends in. Really live my raps, nigga, that's the win-win. Joe Crack tell 'em Spanish niggas send 'em in. The ghost comes slow. The walls on fire. The ghost comes slow. The walls on fire. I saved a life with a set of keys. My brother died with a set of keys. Unlocking codes with a set of these, Keys. And my niggas never tell 'em what they Yellin'. More money, more murder, more homicide. Shit I seen as a kid'll have you traumatized. Swear my soul been cold since my mama died. Fuck with the Don, I'ma make somebody mama cry.
Fat Joe, Pusha T, Dre — Set Of Keys
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