[Chorus: Spandau Ballet sample (Styles P)]

It is the key to all the doors

(Vinny Idol)

It is the key to all the doors

[Verse 1]

Focusing when I wanna quit

Understand I was raised on some other shit

What's the pain to ya?

What's the name to ya?

What's shame to ya? What's the game and the fame to ya?

These is the questions that I ask myself

Like the haze and the hashy for help

Or Courvoisier straight

A parking lot full of thugs and parking there late

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It is the key to all the doors

[Verse 2]

Make moves but take time like a chess piece

Before I start the car, four dimes to the chest piece

Windows ain't the only things tinted

Niggas is too, I been tryna blow but it might take me a minute

Shit, time is money though

I'm on the low, but my ghost acting funny though

He saying chill nigga, now you could build or you could kill, nigga?

That depend on your will, nigga

My reply, it's the thrill, nigga

I be seeking adventure

If I kill the starting 5 that'll weaken they bench up

Seek time in another frame

And I'm thirsty for knowledge

What it really mean my mind got a hunger pain

Could I shine when it come to rain?

And could it rain when I shine

Once in a while to keep me on a humble plane?

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It is the key to all the doors

It is the key to all the doors

[Verse 3]

Honor and respect

Llama in the bama check, the drama in a sec'

Think 'bout the days when we blew chocolate

Gin and tonic 'til the death

And niggas grew up fast and threw up cash

To get sneakers, cars and clothes, and who want blast?

And this is our life, we live this, nigga

Sound trife, but we did this, nigga

(It is the key to all the doors)

Just to breath out here is a motherfucking privilege, nigga

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It is the key to all the doors

[Verse 4]

Maintain and persevere through the hard times

But is it hard if I ain't doing hard time?

Work your ear, hard rhymes through the God mind

Best on the street and I only do it part time

Flow is just the tip of the iceberg

Low when I'm spitting them nice words

Get dough when I'm hitting them right curbs

Live off of principle, nigga

Complex, but I try to keep it simple, my nigga

I got to work on my physical and mental, my nigga

Nowadays they bust shots at your temple, my nigga

I said the streets don't love you back

So I sleep with a eye open, hug my gat

I'ma ride for my man, I'm a thug like that

It's family first

It's going down I'ma blam you first

Step back, you see the man at work, you know

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It is the key to all the doors

It is the key to all the doors