Lyrics
I keep my head low
Never really doing what they said so
I apply the pressure with the beats I feel like metro
Let's go, state of mind is on a young Esco
Greenbacks in my pockets filled with nothing but them dead folks
Dawg i raise the bar to new thresholds
Recording every weekend they should sign the boy to X O
Nobody hitting my line ain't gotta reply to any text hoe
Talking bout who be next up in the city but homie I am the best though
All I got is pain no chains just gains
Too inside my own head might put a bullet in my brain
Everyone around me changing I just stay the same
Tryna put on for my name, what more can I say?
Damn zero I feel like 61 off that O you bought
Chill mane it's only cheating if you get fucking caught
Damn slim how many 30s you got up in this couch
My rig right beside to feel better it's definitely worth a shot
The plug will get you shocked
Not walking off the wock
I smoke on indica with chemicals, You know it's wop
They never know where I been
I'm off of the lean, no dieting
I feel like I'm losing my privacy
I got two glocks and they twins
All I got is that
I been smoking sacks, I been selling crack
How much did he offer bet I double that
Pop it off poppy run laps like I'm Rocky
Fucking up the party who gon' try and stop me uh