Lyrics:
very superstitious
Higher than doing whippits
My mind sharper than Mike Myers's knife on a victim
No, I should keep it simple
Cause they got low IQ's
A little low on cash
But I'm high on luck
I wanna be your knight In shining pick-up truck
With a Chevy for my summer home
Let's get the party
to drink not to get laid
So why don't you just go on home
If you want to moan you'll have to moan alone
You'll dance to anything...
You'll dance
A little low on cash
But I'm high on luck
I wanna be your knight In shining pick-up truck
With a Chevy for my summer home
Let's get the party
any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest
Was the low spark of high-heeled boys
If you had just a minute to breathe
And they
any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest
Was the low spark of high-heeled boys
If you had just a minute to breathe
And they
ill flow from deep in my subconscious
I got trouble from every side
I still got trouble when am tryna decide
Now everywhere I look you gotta play by
getting laid out
I saw you in the lowlights
Dancing for the low life's
Hear em say damn she ride the pole right
Almost had enough
Then you walked
That thing dropped outta high school
That thing got a low IQ
Put your hands up in the air if your booty dumb and you 5'2"
She hoppin' out of my
the horizon adorning
Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid
Vainly we offer each ample oblation
Vainly with gifts would His favor secure
Richer by far
just let her by
Aye, nigga straight up like the letter I
Shake them haters off of me, awfully
I can fuck your girl if she's right
Here and I was across
the shit that I get High too
Nevermind,
This the shit I wrote in high-school
And homie I don't care about your iQ
Eyes low
Zeus asking me like "is you high
dope' though
A n**** be working got yo city in a choke hold
Got 1 for the 5 selling 5 on the low
Dollar sign getting mine, make a line by the door
and be that
With the crew posted
Like a Balmain ad
Ad
Club laid out
Like a Balmain ad
Serving that face
Like a Balmain ad
All my bitches bad
Like
Garfield's been shot down low"
Lord, I knew the President was supposed to be down the depot that day
But I just wouldn't let myself believe that he'd been
Walk by faith, you appear
I've gotta live in stereo
I quit, I fold, I'm done
Trying to scale Everest
Sherpa-less
Ain't fun
The best-laid plans
It's a long old time in a hard rock jail
It's a long old time gone by
It's a long old time I've laid in jail
And I've still got ninety-nine
You
of kush smoke
Count big bankroll
Cause she the type to lay low
Laid up
Laid up counting this paper
Niggas be haters
Mad cause I don't do favors
I'm riding
could lend my B-ball IQ to his growing game
Same goes for my bro who started 9th grade (oh, yeah)
Feels good hittin' the stage, with all our beats
told me "Don't you worry I'll be sleeping by your side"
You said "I will love you till the very day I die"
Didn't think you'd leave me when I laid
your head low
in the shadow of the valley, I’m live on Death Row!
Verse 2
I’m live on death row, red jumpsuit white tennis shoes
Surrounded by a room
Reflect their insecurities by flexing
I aint frustrated im just vexing
I aint taking breaks im just resting
They see the desi kids they goin crazy
Iq
is in the building with the squad baby
Brick by brick I build this shit up
Hit by hit I lit this shit up
In this lab I whip this shit up
Bars on hot
I've been
to have laid so low for so long
So long
Into that void of silence
Where we cry without sound
Where tears roll down
Where tears roll
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