Sitting Low

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I'm hella nice
I don't care about the ice
I told them once
I ain't telling them twice
Cause every time I get stereotyped
Grab your pipes and prepare for the night
The badest bitches trying to better my life
The backstabbers better catch up and hike
Cause they been lacking since I buried they knife
He probably told
He probably froze
I'm skeptical
Don't sleep by these hoes
Do you know Dwight
I bet you he knows
I'm talking the white that be round his nose
He telling his wife that he got a cold
He all-day
That shit getting old
The bread getting old
That shit growing mold
I'm stuck in the game
I stick to the code
I thought about quitting
But I'm getting close
They tell me I'm special, but I didn't know
I tell them it's level and they sitting low
Now they sitting lower than 64’s
When I hopped off the porch I visioned more
Ima finish my chores then hit the Forbes
Didn't fit with the dorks wasn't into sports
Around some niggas who really resent remorse
Tell them to keep that bullshit up in Illinois
I know niggas with work, but can't get employed
And some riding with sticks just to steal your joy
Curiosity kills, but I feel like George
Hope the police don't do me like Mr. Floyd
If I put my hands up
They go shoot me down
Guess we got to shoot back to start making noise
I ain't letting my homie’nem take my charge
When I feel like I'm stuck
I get so annoyed
You can look at my past like a polaroid
All I know is destroy
I can't get decoyed
Now I don't need nothing from y'all
I just need y'all to stay out my way
You ran off with that pack
And you ain't even know it was laced
See how I'm holding my weight
A nigga be feeling like Dorian Yates
I just sent another your way
I'm talking to God like open the gates
It's a robbery
I
Just go in and take
He better be wise and open the safe
187
Special 38
You know what that mean
They closing the case
No warnings I pick up that scope and look straight
I'm charming I got mind control over snakes
I'm dropping more bars than Angola States
You niggas been dropping the soap everyday
I'm straight
I'm glued to my dough
You and I know that diss you wrote more like a suicide note
You so five-O
I turned an L into an El Chapo
That 223 be chopping shit
That bitch like Johnny Bravo
Say hello to these hollows
I took over my city
They hate me like Trump
Before I played the block
I learned how to cut
Jumped in the game
My first batch was a front
Jumped in your bitch I'm just having some fun
I told her this shit only happening once
Surprised by my age I don't act like I'm young
Could've had bricks, but that wasn't my steelo
I shipped out some packs then I said I was done
But I'm right back
Send your address
Give the sh*t at least two days don't stress
No over nights
Cause I'm gon tax
I need two more points nothing less
The top my spot
The shit they drop sound like they rapping under their breath
I'm under they feet and over they head
All the moves I made
I still ain't break a sweat
He probably told
He probably froze
I'm skeptical
Don't sleep by these hoes
Do you know Dwight
I bet you he knows
I'm talking the white that be round his nose
He telling his wife that he got a cold
He all-day
That shit getting old
The bread getting old
That shit growing mold
I'm stuck in the game
I stick to the code
I thought about quitting
But I'm getting close
They tell me I'm special, but I didn't know
I tell them it's level and they sitting low

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