On The Low

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KILO LeeL

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Ima just keep it a bean, I just question myself
I be thinking is rapping for me?
I show my niggas my new shit and they say it's crazy
I feel like they capping to me
Like I don't know how to dress
I just smoke all alone, in my zone
Ain't no matching with me
I'm done fucking bitches
That be on some hype shit talking bout
Mhhh It's the trapping for me
I rather go back to the streets
And bag up some work
And actually, stack up some cheese
Man I love bagging up work, But don't wanna work
That 9 to 5 shit ain't for me
I'm banking on this shit to work, and if it don't work
Then f*ck it I'm back to the streets
Criticizing my own work, I don't see my worth
I don't know what happen to me
I just been rapping in the low
And trapping on the low
And stacking on the low
Going places they can't go
I know they plotting in the low
Niggas hating that's for sure
Gotta watch that, get your back stabbed
By the niggas you call bro
I just been rapping in the low
And trapping on the low
And stacking on the low
Going places they can't go
I know they plotting in the low
Niggas hating that's for sure
Gotta watch that, get your back stabbed
By the niggas you call bro
I was young, I was dumb, in the mix
Had a crumb, and I still offered it
You had some and you didn't offer shit
I'm not one to be counting some favors
But that alone shows me you stingy as shit
F*ck it dawg, Ima get what I get
Ima dawg, nigga don't you forget it
If I want it, then I'ma go get it
If niggas want war nigga f*ck it I'm with it
You won't catch me lacking, no not for a minute
I bombed out my car, so my windows is tinted
You niggas won't see me, when I pull up in it
Don't look in my car, nigga please mind your business
My grandmother said I was young and was gifted
So why the f*ck you on the streets with a business?
You must wanna be like your dad up in prison
I don't wanna go back to A-town
Unless it's for family, Cuz niggas dick ride in my city
Brung a new sound to my city, they seeing my new shit
And niggas done copied already
These niggas is plotting already
He wanna rob me, I see him I'm popping his reamy
Losing his eye like he fetty
Bullets go straight to his head turn his brain to spaghetti
But f*ck it, I'm not gone talk heavy
I just wanna blow up already Im hungry and ready
I just want my pockets on steady
Hate being dead broke, cuz that shit gone make you move deadly
I just want a big body Bentley
Im sick and tired of looking at Honda's and Chevys
I know some more niggas gone envy
Mark on my back, I know that they plotting against me
I'll tell all them niggas come get me
I just been rapping in the low
And trapping on the low
And stacking on the low
Going places they can't go
I know they plotting in the low
Niggas hating that's for sure
Gotta watch that, get your back stabbed
By the niggas you call bro
I just been rapping in the low
And trapping on the low
And stacking on the low
Going places they can't go
I know they plotting in the low
Niggas hating that's for sure
Gotta watch that, get your back stabbed
By the niggas you call bro

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