Lyrical Breakdown of Keys To The Crib (Feat. Styles P) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Keys To The Crib (Feat. Styles P)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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[Hook] I got them keys in the crib You wouldn't find them if you had the keys to the crib Them niggas cheesing, it's real It ain't cheese if it's less than a mil' I think I'm losing my religion Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon Live every day like it's my last My only trending topic is the cash [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I see no nigga in these clear Gazelles B! tch-ass nigga, better get some mail I'm riding in a 6 like this b! tch for sale That boy Meek Mill squeeze clips for real See me in the street, rose-gold everything Moving like hoes got me plotting on your team Learning your whereabouts, burners to air 'em out B! tches a motion picture, I'm picturing Paramount Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don With an ambitious b! tch, lotus flower bomb Wale on burn, young nigga's doing numbers Double M G got it the next ten summers I'm trying to do it big forever Keys to the crib, and I'm with whatever Ki's to the crib, nigga, bricks wherever Hundred mil' plus til we rich forever [Hook] I got them keys in the crib You wouldn't find them if you had the keys to the crib Them niggas cheesing, it's real It ain't cheese if it's less than a mil' I think I'm losing my religion Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon Live every day like it's my last My only trending topic is the cash [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I see no nigga in these red Gazelles All I see is women with these massive tails All I see is young'uns with this trash to sell They got some CO's that get you hash in jail Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real Funeral's never cool, nigga, pass the steel I'm a guru in the kitchen, whipping mass appeal Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal That's one of few names that'll last for real Got me drinking from the bottom, no glasses filled Always purple in the cup, nigga, pass the pills I'm the first one here to f-ck, snatch your ass for real Keys to the crib, boys, keys to the V If you at the table, then you eat what I eat Breathe what I breathe, drink what I drink Smoke what I smoke and we still mink for mink [Hook] I got them keys in the crib You wouldn't find them if you had the keys to the crib Them niggas cheesing, it's real It ain't cheese if it's less than a mil' I think I'm losing my religion Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon Live every day like it's my last My only trending topic is the cash [Verse 3: Styles P] Ki's in the crib, you want keys to the crib I got work from Argentina and Belize in the crib Homie holding a nina, could sneeze him a brick Knee-deep in the cocaine, trees in the six Biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips This is the scenario — something go wrong, it's a burial Hit the hood, watch it go around like a merry-go White seats, new M5, all cherry though Heard you at Aces, Courvoisier, toasting the niggas that beat cases Knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis Eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis Weight shit, get the big house and the spaceship Team of loyal niggas That'll f-cking boil niggas for a chain or a bracelet Nigga, you know I'm living fly For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie [Hook] I got them keys in the crib You wouldn't find them if you had the keys to the crib Them niggas cheesing, it's real It ain't cheese if it's less than a mil' I think I'm losing my religion Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon Live every day like it's my last My only trending topic is the cash [Outro] If I'm rich now, is it too much to pray to be rich forever? Forgive me Lord! Forgive me My next move; God Forgives, I Don't I think you'll love it Rich Forever!