Lyrics:
friends killed over small bills
I still go, hard spitting bars for them folk
Life so fragile
But the big bucks lay down the road less traveled
Cause they
coats by the Coach, black Bentley Azure
I know sometimes a nigga might not make it home and it's
No reception, low bars; it ain't on, and I
Keep doin'
to a dime
You can catch me on my shit, stuck to a grind
On a mission, tryna turn a buck outta dime
Or in the kitchen
Tryna turn a fuck outta nine nigga listen
next
I’m coming next
Time to flex
I'm the best
Gold Lincoln
Mr. Bucks
Leif
Universoul
I can’t even miss a goal
Flying with the most low
Low low down
money merely talking over drums
Just to sell ah single album got me sweating by the gallons
As I got my eyes on being next wit ah razor sharp talent
As I
lit
We was the type to shoot a nigga dead and pray that y'all live
So we can swing by your house and come and spray at 'all crib
Had the trap
with a blick, go bang, bang, bang
Low Lyfe Clique, that's gang, gang, gang Know all your enemies, your friends gonna change
Even family switch up, so
I used to stress
Low-key
Now what I'm gone stress bout
They put the press on me
I might just air y'all out
She wanna check my fee
Just to go check
to fuck but she think that I'm cuffing
Blue and green bucks only thing that I'm cuffing
It's only the gang I ain't changing for nun
My so called brother
and kinda need us
Like a burning needle that missed the ear lobe
But tickles the ear drum so we can hear our future sizzle
Yo if the 2 step is a average man's
the greatness inside me (God help me)
Look Christ died so that man could be integrated (yeah)
Tell me why are these congregation so segregated
Black man in
a fortress
This is nothing like a gimmick
This ice so cold
Never cyph for low
This a white Part raw
Got the feeling out the door
Never leave a written law
exhibits so my art must catch your mind
I've been in a bind low as hell
Call me Louise lane except my superhero is dinero it just heals the pain
Rather be
been where it's coldest
Alone for the longest
I'm just getting stronger and stronger, I know it
So why I feel frozen? So gone in the moment
My pops
neckline
I no fit digest shit I’m low on the enzyme
That’s why doctors can’t put me in check
Only bankers
Boys Dey blow whistle for the feds out
think
I love her shawty you a wreck cause I done had you at you're best
Diamond shinning, you're shit timid low key looking real depressed
Asked me 20
pac In it
If you wanna fly we can Clark Kent it
Got a slice of apple pie
Price is right is on so we getting high
Jordan 2s guess jeans guess the homies
sayin!!
im with b1rgang yeah u know that they ma bros!!
im 2 busy yeah I couldnt give af abt a hoe
we gon take him by suprise!! shh keep it low
all these
be singin that old blues song
(Yo, you gotta buck em, or else you're soft)
Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up North
You ain't soft, cause
[Havoc]
It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte
Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey
I'm so on the low it'd
to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
For the people passing by
They thought that they could make some easy bucks
By washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux
to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
For the people passing by
They thought that they could make some easy bucks
By washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux
joke
So you gone bear witness, get this
Like the fuccin gun smoke
It don't matter 'cause I got you suspended
Fucc up your whole program your life ended
crushed the witch all I saw was a freak
She had a fresh pair of pumps on looking oh so sweet
I grabed the midget by his throat and checked in his gat
Slaped
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