Keys to the Kingdom

[Verse 1] Multimedia type Don't fuck with media hype Cookin' in the studio Got the ingredients right Fly as you need it Trippin' like an Expedia flight Man, I might have been a king in Brazil In a previous life And yo' ass lookin' like meteorite Make it how increased smoking lead to tedious lives I'm helium high While Ma gave me the keys to the kingdom And told me keep it G Now the heart colder than feet of a penguin In the backseat of a Lincoln Just chiefin' an ism Just thinkin' peace in religion We don't even need a religion We just need us Don't come and live the dream we invented I mean, now that boy lay on the grave like a gremlin I need a pack of dutch masters In a B.I.G B And then I be coughin' Like I D.I.E.D Yo C.I.B, V.I.P Mami then I eat Got some Pearls from Kelly And Suburban from Tennessee We can kick a sack on the beach Throw on that Big Poppa, RIP Light a blunt In the name of the old G's [Interlude 1] A pack of dutch masters And a B.I.G B And then I get the coughin' Like I D.I.E.D [Verse 2] [Interlude 2] [Instrumental Outro] *Man singing in Spanish*