Lyrics:
Yo
I keep it low key
I ain't gotta be all flashy for
Y'all to know
What the fuck I be about
Check it
I low key drank
I low key smoke
I get a bitch
line
Go 'head and quote mine, granted
I'm on my own tangent
But that's the right angle, F a cosine/co-sign
Ya own mind is a gold mine
You so blinded by
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
have you stressed till
All black the scheme
Chest poor formation when I'm wit my team
Stand on the back line, rope fit for kings
How we floss, high gloss
you can never go never go never go
Let me get out there
Let me get loose
Let me buss out this XL black tee
And my skanking boots
i got a backwood too
I start it then I finish
I can't get caught up
In their feelings
What you mean
I just threw my keys in that bitch
I don't push look
I brought out
pac and big
But I let my bandana hang, in the city of angles we gangbang
I move that chronic and yayo way before I met 50, banks, buck and yayo
Ask
When I make my money, got to get my dime
Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
You called up in the sky
You
nigga, all night
Till I get my fucking paper right
Pass the ball, that's a alley hoop
And that's a bently coop
I'm on my grind and I don't sleep
Don't
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
clap, we got dope in
My nigga Snoop got some hoes in
Uhhh, Uhhh,
Seen her for some black sauce in gripping secret
Can't wait till we get them butt
dummies go get it
I got a key in the bag and the cops on my ass
But I swear that I'm mo'fuckin' drippin'
'Cause if I ain't in it you
Know I'm gon' kill it
It ain't no need to be alarmed shh baby be call
I got that key to get you warm know how to turn you on
I swear when I turn you on I won't disturb your
But I haven't seen the change unfold
With my heart open, greed, brings only misery
A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free
Only a few chosen, rise
Yeah, uh, uh
Turn the music up in the headphones
Watch me get gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Amerikkkan I don't want hand vibe
I want my hand
the news
All my bitches winnin', how it feel to lose?
Nigga tryna get the box like he finna move
Bitch, I'm at my pinnacle I used to shop at Pinnacle,
found a different Way
I refused to be the same and for radio I had to pay for plays
Threw album party and sold that Bitch out
Got a billboard with my face
the crip and the blood u get the purple tape
I’m Saint the ghost
Pray my cadence on ghostface
Waiting patient
But pray they make it shake post haste, aye
dvd's
And I wondered if you felt the same
Just say the word, I'll be on my way
I'm just a few, few blocks away
I just want to see your pretty face
giving facts
But a few be lying in class
Racist ones call us broke niggers
Ha, Black Twitter will put you on blast
We waiting on Christ to come and get us
an escalator
Kush and elevators
Now I'm coming down like an escalator
Aye I'm going up till I'm stuck
Just cookie I'm good on the drugs
Hit my wood and catch
through
And my rims way bigger than yours
Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck
Suburban, Excursion, that Tahoe, that 'llac truck
F**k it
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
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