lMove low, keep it quiet
lMove low, keep it quiet, can’t trust what you see, Smiles be disguises, they envy the P, Came up from nothin’, now the diamonds on me, Still watch how I move, yeah the streets taught me. Verse 1 Late nights on the block, where the sirens sing lullabies, Mama stressin’ every call, swear she fear my alibis, Cold world, had to grow up with my heart on freeze, Seen my brother catch a case before he hit eighteen, Corner store conversations ’bout who didn’t make it home, Candles on the sidewalk, names carved in stone, Trust thin as a razor, love come with a price, Every move calculated, one roll of the dice, Opps lurkin’ in the shadows, paranoia in my head, Sleep with one eye open, nightmares when I rest, They don’t know the pain behind the chains and the ice, Every smile just a mask, every win came with a fight. Verse 2 I remember duckin’ shots, heartbeat louder than drums, Police lights paint the street, now we scatter and run, Ain’t no fairy tales here, just survival and pride, Where a homie turn a stranger when the pressure applied, Taught myself how to hustle, no blueprint, no guide, Just a vision of a way out, with the reaper outside, Lost a friend to the system, another to the grave, Same story, different chapter, swear it never change, Blood on the pavement, still the city don’t cry, Just another cold night under Chicago skies, If I fall, remember me for standin’ on mine, I was solid from the jump, I ain’t fold under fire. Verse 3 Now the money comin’ fast, but the trauma stay slow, Tryna heal from the past, but it follow me close, Fame don’t erase the scars that I hide in my chest, Every verse just a confession, every bar is a test, I done seen too many souls get lost in the streets, Chasin’ clout, chasin’ power, end up dead or on sheets, If I make it out alive, imma carry the fallen, Say their names in my songs so they never forgotten, From the block to the booth, same hunger, same rage, I’m a product of the trenches, every line on this page, This ain’t rap, this my life, every word is a wound, Just a real one tellin’ stories, hopin’ y’all feel it too.l
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lMove low, keep it quiet, can’t trust what you see, Smiles be disguises, they envy the P, Came up from nothin’, now the diamonds on me, Still watch how I move, yeah the streets taught me. Verse 1 Late nights on the block, where the sirens sing lullabies, Mama stressin’ every call, swear she fear my alibis, Cold world, had to grow up with my heart on freeze, Seen my brother catch a case before he hit eighteen, Corner store conversations ’bout who didn’t make it home, Candles on the sidewalk, names carved in stone, Trust thin as a razor, love come with a price, Every move calculated, one roll of the dice, Opps lurkin’ in the shadows, paranoia in my head, Sleep with one eye open, nightmares when I rest, They don’t know the pain behind the chains and the ice, Every smile just a mask, every win came with a fight. Verse 2 I remember duckin’ shots, heartbeat louder than drums, Police lights paint the street, now we scatter and run, Ain’t no fairy tales here, just survival and pride, Where a homie turn a stranger when the pressure applied, Taught myself how to hustle, no blueprint, no guide, Just a vision of a way out, with the reaper outside, Lost a friend to the system, another to the grave, Same story, different chapter, swear it never change, Blood on the pavement, still the city don’t cry, Just another cold night under Chicago skies, If I fall, remember me for standin’ on mine, I was solid from the jump, I ain’t fold under fire. Verse 3 Now the money comin’ fast, but the trauma stay slow, Tryna heal from the past, but it follow me close, Fame don’t erase the scars that I hide in my chest, Every verse just a confession, every bar is a test, I done seen too many souls get lost in the streets, Chasin’ clout, chasin’ power, end up dead or on sheets, If I make it out alive, imma carry the fallen, Say their names in my songs so they never forgotten, From the block to the booth, same hunger, same rage, I’m a product of the trenches, every line on this page, This ain’t rap, this my life, every word is a wound, Just a real one tellin’ stories, hopin’ y’all feel it too.l
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