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So I know so I got so much to prove
And what's there to lose
Don't get me wrong I've seen the thunder
I was caught up in a fire at my grandmother's

be so low key 

First come the power and then the fame 

Then the fakers claim to know ya name

Family fights they tell you that you change

Then I use

Chasin niggahs hoe ay bitch ya pocket low
Well approve a bitch wrong 
cnd go and get yo money doe 
Dey say Glo do to much 
I say to much gettin money 
N

Maintain through all my hell
While channeling my aggression
Aiming in new direction
Refraining from old obsessions
Ain't given em no expression
I live by my

no overexposure
Lord I need it on the low
Don’t see no reason to be about it 
I am, I’m not involved 
I just ride to the beat of my drum 
Feeling like

you slangin?
Move my people to a island
Got a nigga thankin
So I pour a glass of wine
And in my thoughts I'm sanking
And even tho I'm better
I' will

the blunt
Trying to die behind your gang then like a band aid patch em up
Then fuck his bitch then I'm gone post it cause low key she bad as fuck
But last

by that son who was crucified
and no it ain't for doe/  Christ in my flow/
These beats preacher so synthesized ha
I'm running off that Light with my

just playin' a role, bitch
Yea we making movies you just playin' a role bitch
Be low key making moves, I'm by myself fuck these hoes bitch
When you get

I put the drum in the dirty grip
Dropped the whole case so you know we're lit
Throw your set up while we're riding by
Niggas spinning back
Cause you

show out and I ruin bitches esteem
I'm a real bitch
Fuck with me
I keep it a buck 50
I ride by my lonely, but my brothers in the cut with it
This dick

need
So well and frequently that I made me some green
Just by doing what I love
See with this rap I made some instrumentals, and in my mental
I related

need
So well and frequently that I made me some green
Just by doing what I love
See with this rap I made some instrumentals, and in my mental
I related

the factory n***a
All of my straps be so aftermarket I'm shooting a casket at n***as
Get demolished
You getting disfigured
Cut em off
Now you getting

from 
If shorty bumped down 
Then that mean she a hard bum

If dummy my round then that mean He gonna spark drums 

Move by the pounds and sell by

got dreams in this reality
The balcony we on always crumbling, it has to be
Just like the breeze, and sun and stars
Your bullies by the monkey bars
Shit

foot in my mama house so I just tried to call
I wish that I could just start over and redo it all
So many thoughts up in my mind I don't know what to do

Imma win but I'll give you a reenactment
Float on the beat Imma glide
Bring in the drums while I'm hitting a slide
Couldn't debate with me, I'm on low

she so pretty yall 
 Bucks & Duffs run em to such & such she so wit it y'all

Compact 40 on the belly it's a red light
Contact shorty get yo friends we

ain't wit all that dissin' and shit
Hit em with the slang, knock his brain from his frame, baby

[Chorus]

Niggas, buck their domes so they want

Shout-out Pusha-T, I've been moving with No Malice
Been getting hate from everywhere, I'm tryna find a balance
My ambition can't be fathomed by the average

complain first
So blind to the right things
Can't ever fight these
Minor inconveniences you swear got you hurt
Give up when you stumped
But swear that you're

Guys (and I saw Five Guys)
Kinko, they was aimin' high, I had to get low (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Bustin' you and then I kick her out by

soul
But I'm found by the Lord

So you know they ain't stoppin' it
With the angels, the demons the opposite
When I find a new Bible, I'm coppin' it
Devil