Keys Open Doors Clipse

[Chorus: Pusha T]
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Yuugh, make your skin crawl
Press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper
Seein' my life through the windshields of choppers
I ain't spent one rap dollar in three years, holla
Money's the leash, drag the bitch by a dog collar
Now, ho, follow
This is my ghetto story like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dada
Open the Frigidaire, twenty-five to life in here
So much white you might think your holy Christ is near
Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare
Ice trays? Nada, all you'll see is pigeons paired
The realest shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
It's crack pot inspired, my real niggas quote
Bitch, never cook my coke, why?
Never trust a ho with your child
At you make-believe rappers, I smile, hah
Canal Streeting my style
Like you internet sharin' my files, you MySpace niggas
So kill the comparison
I'm South Beach sipping on Sarafin
Royalty check, nigga, I never been
Coke money clean through Merrill Lynch
Accountant just gasp at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realer
So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel you
Knock it the fuck off