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aint got no swag throw some Louis on it, aye
Diamonds so water got a buoy on it, aye
Swearing that you fly, but them Truey's arent, aye
I aint mean to do

will I blow? Nah
I open at the close, hokus pokus of these flows
Goes to show my eyes low, I'm
Smoking on that hairy dro
Pot her plants, water soil

'bout to harvest my enemies, I'm a star
And that Hennessy, 'bout harvest
My energy's down a notch. Am I relative?
I'm a prodigy
I mean, I find it so easy

years gone chasin that crowd noise
And saw I dont belong with them soft uptown boys
I wear my hat flipped back, or way down low
Am I makin it to heaven,

by white sheets 
So with that being said means my city never sleeps 
Out on the streets

And yes we
You catch me 
And they be 
And they be 
And always

Down by the water
The cold wind blows
The waves are restless
The birds fly low
She walks alone
Long hair loose
Eyes down
Singing lai-la
Miranda
Her

Sitting on a beach upon the sea
Combing our mustaches, my friends and me
We are waiting for the water to wash us away
Trying to ignore the end

think they comin' to get
dumber than shit
i'm gonna hit
anyone that want to plex
S.E.H T-X
who gonna hate me next
i got the means to make the most

Plus I go hard 
Like when Im in the kitchen water whipping til it float
It's already bouta go
All these junkies linin up I told em meet by the store

hat low
That resembles my feelings
There’s things I hold on to
Why can’t I let go
I ain’t mean to hurt you
I guess now I know
You gotta water your heart

Pitchin' wolf tickets, bet we pay yo ass in chin checks
Hustle till the well is dry, that mean it ain't a cent left
Yes what I reply when they askin' me if

sometimes you just gotta get low, oh

And it ain't that deep, but when you see water at your knees
You gon need to breath, yeah yeah

What did I get myself

ain real he could've pick y'all hoes
Now I'm stuck wit the ratchets and the faggots on the low
He ain leave shit so I gotta get moe
When you water dat

watchin'

Man I see through the shit like it's Fiji water (Like it's Fiji)

That's why Liphy so low that he rare on em 

I'm so ghost that my girls keep

There's police on every block and a low rate of crime
Consumers flock in an oblivious, blind state of mind
It's still safe to leave your car unlocked

Vans oh what you can't see them
Let me cuff up my pants it would be nice if you can meet em
Catch em as I slide right by maybe 20s or 50 millimeters
I'm

wanted a team win
For those who used that 4 letter word and believed it
Told Kyle Ima get it by any means
I've outgrown the fit see me bussing through

It's whatever we crunching time, we on do or die
Never light it up but I'm so low I'm contemplating high
Just to fight and find my wings and fly
While

Yeah I might take a little drink
Yeah I might smoke a little smoke
Yeah my rims really high
Yeah my whip really low
Yes you already know
Yes I might

The regime here to say so
By any means
When the beams hit the inner mind
Shots from the sky
Lay hand and pray
Beating dead folks to life
Blood on the ceiling

for now I'm gon' be keeping to the D-low
Know some people on they way to selling by the kilo
Me and all my brothers telepathic like we Kivo just

I flow into my poetry
Words too deep for my diary
My pen is a deft swimmer
It navigates the depths of my turbulent mind
And when the waters withdraw

Only picking on yah brain
By the way do you cook
Would you leave me
On my rise
And I just hit a low
Would u leave me when
I am hot
Or I am 30 below

shit if you don't mean it
Had to put my dawg down 'cause I found out he's a snake
And when I looked into his eyes I should've seen it
Now my circle