Monat: April 2018

Chorus:
No keys but be grateful we got a door
Brudas can’t get jobs so they shotting draw
Yo they threw away the keys when they locked the door
Climb through the window what u knocking for
No keys but be grateful we got a door
Brudas can’t get jobs so they shotting draw
Yo they threw away the keys when they locked the door
Climb through the window what u knocking for

Verse 1:
I ain’t rapping for a living when u hear a bruda spitting
Every bar’s from the heart furthermore its God given.
I ain’t paying no DJs to play me yo,
So I rate every real DJ that plays me though.
Hip-hop is my hobby, rapping is a habit,
Said the words that I wrote they’re calling it a classic,
Still painting pics on the beat to show my people:
How these wicked men think they’re so fucking evil.
Can’t be shallow when ur dealing with a deep guy.
See them try and pull the wool over the sheep’s eye.
U see me I, think with my God given
Brain, you can do the same we’re all Gods children.
Listen! Big Cakes makes tunes like this,
Radio ain’t tryna play no tunes like this!
They’re try’na keep us in the dark like veal
But in a small pool I’m moving shark like still

Chorus:
No keys but be grateful we got a door
Brudas can’t get jobs so they shotting draw
Yo they threw away the keys when they locked the door
Climb through the window what u knocking for
No keys but be grateful we got a door
Brudas can’t get jobs so they shotting draw
Yo they threw away the keys when they locked the door
Climb through the window what u knocking for

Verse 2:
It goes in one ear and straight right out the other
If I ain’t chatting ’bout money to my brothers.
What ever happened to checking for each other?
If the show ain’t a chick fest you can’t be bothered.
But love is love you’re my blood I ain’t even dissing
Let a snake be a snake listen to it hissing
Keep it real, stay true, describes our tradition
So doing anything else is like a contradiction.
Don’t think, let your heart be the driver,
Put your faith in God and roll like a rider
If I’m sitting on a stack or on my last fiver
All the praises to the Most High: my provider.
Ask yourself why’s Cakes making tunes like this
Knowing radio don’t play no tunes like this!
They’re try’na keep us in the dark like veal
But in a small pool I’m moving shark like still.

Chorus:
No keys but be grateful we got a door
Brudas can’t get jobs so they shotting draw
Yo they threw away the keys when they locked the door
Climb through the window what u knocking for
No keys but be grateful we got a door
Brudas can’t get jobs so they shotting draw
Yo they threw away the keys when they locked the door
Climb through the window what u knocking for

Outro:
One day they gonna try and charge for the air
Our kids gonna regret we didn’t lend an ear
When the wise man spoke most men weren’t listening
They were more focused on the bezel of the rolex glistening
The irony here though: is that they couldn’t even hear time ticking
They try and criminalise and put the youts in prison
Killing off bare people thru malnutrition
The strong niggas aint tryna be the victim
So they result to moving sickening
Impaired in the third eye vision
they begin inflicting the same wickedness
On the worlds citizens, theirs, yours, mines, our children
While the real, the true, ignore fashion, but still, follow and hold on
And keep their tradition

Words by Big Cakes.