Keep it low key
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•05 Nov 2022
See me in the corner and im sippin low-key, Pray to god that i kill it in peace, Dont know even what happen to me, Used to roll out wit the homies, Now all i wanna do is sit on a beat, My train of thought is tryna kill me, When im on the streets im packin the heat, But ima never come out cause im hella discreet, Mutha fuckas gonna get crossed and faded, Im the mutha fucka that can get your home invaded, I aint interested in shit thats gang related, Always carried out the hits that i created, Seen a lot of dumb shit in my time but i cant lie im suprised autotunes the vibe, All the lines that i write cant find the time to publish it let it hit an then make a dime, So i resort back to the bubble in a struggle stayin humble all these chores to juggle, Through the rubble out the jungle want my voice to rumble, But im troubled so i mumble cause im way too subtle, Wanna lay these muthafuckas down, Got the hottest flow in this town, But no one can describe me a noun, Guess everybody want me to drown, See me in the corner and im sippin low-key, Pray to god that i kill it in peace, Dont know even what happen to me, Used to roll out wit the homies, Now all i wanna do is sit on a beat, My train of thought is tryna kill me, When im on the streets im packin the heat, But ima never come out cause im hella discreet, Everything is pointless like an unsharpened pencil, Going off course like an uncharted missile, Still low-key like a shaved up pistol, Serving muthafuckas downtown like the bistro, Still fighting all these everyday temptations, Gotta tighten up an get my tertiary education, But all this damn struggle with economic inflation Got my wallet and starvation with a bad sensation, Murder a beat for profit, call it making a killing, So much smoke in my lungs it started burning the ceiling, So much heat on the mic my epidermis is peeling, If you meddle in my affairs then I'll pull that iron and be steeling, Yall will see magic just as soon as i cast it, I wont reuse the same syllabic cause that shit aint plastic, This game will get tragic once i cause some havoc, I may have some mental static but I've sedated my actions,
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See me in the corner and im sippin low-key, Pray to god that i kill it in peace, Dont know even what happen to me, Used to roll out wit the homies, Now all i wanna do is sit on a beat, My train of thought is tryna kill me, When im on the streets im packin the heat, But ima never come out cause im hella discreet, Mutha fuckas gonna get crossed and faded, Im the mutha fucka that can get your home invaded, I aint interested in shit thats gang related, Always carried out the hits that i created, Seen a lot of dumb shit in my time but i cant lie im suprised autotunes the vibe, All the lines that i write cant find the time to publish it let it hit an then make a dime, So i resort back to the bubble in a struggle stayin humble all these chores to juggle, Through the rubble out the jungle want my voice to rumble, But im troubled so i mumble cause im way too subtle, Wanna lay these muthafuckas down, Got the hottest flow in this town, But no one can describe me a noun, Guess everybody want me to drown, See me in the corner and im sippin low-key, Pray to god that i kill it in peace, Dont know even what happen to me, Used to roll out wit the homies, Now all i wanna do is sit on a beat, My train of thought is tryna kill me, When im on the streets im packin the heat, But ima never come out cause im hella discreet, Everything is pointless like an unsharpened pencil, Going off course like an uncharted missile, Still low-key like a shaved up pistol, Serving muthafuckas downtown like the bistro, Still fighting all these everyday temptations, Gotta tighten up an get my tertiary education, But all this damn struggle with economic inflation Got my wallet and starvation with a bad sensation, Murder a beat for profit, call it making a killing, So much smoke in my lungs it started burning the ceiling, So much heat on the mic my epidermis is peeling, If you meddle in my affairs then I'll pull that iron and be steeling, Yall will see magic just as soon as i cast it, I wont reuse the same syllabic cause that shit aint plastic, This game will get tragic once i cause some havoc, I may have some mental static but I've sedated my actions,
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