Sitting Low

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