Low

Summertime I'm gunning for the dough
I've been smoking weed on a low
Can't you see my eyes as e low
Hope my paranoia doesn't show
I really wanna fly when I'm low
Tick tock time don Dey go
But I'm still Plotting on a low
Summertime I'm gunning for the dough
I've been smoking weed on a low
Can't you see my eyes as e low
Hope my paranoia doesn't show
I really wanna fly when I'm low
Tick tock time don Dey go
But I'm still Plotting on a low

The savvier listener respects me
The generic ones neglect me
I'm a king
The best me couldn't even check me
It's all perception
I get better reception when I talk with an accent
The best in the ring but the only time I wore a belt is when it was fastened
Pants saggin
Hands moving back and forth like I'm milly rocking
Nostalgic bars I spit the past and make you feel like you're missing something
They do giveaways but never give a way
The path is in my words you could print the lyrics out and read away
While they was tagging on the gram
I was bagging all the grams
I was chilling with the red and blues before the sirens
With niggas who had the gloves and masks before the virus
Their words don't match their action I see with my iris
Not only do I got the heat I apply it
She hit that jackpot like a lottery picker
They try to bleed me out but my artery's thicker
I ain't tryna hit a lick
My artistry's deeper
False prophecies how they tarnish me
Want us to fight for crumbs cause they garnished it
If you want a cut then you must bleed
If you stir the pot then you must eat

Summertime I'm gunning for the dough
I've been smoking weed on a low
Can't you see my eyes as e low
Hope my paranoia doesn't show
I really wanna fly when I'm low
Tick tock time don Dey go
But I'm still Plotting on a low
Summertime I'm gunning for the dough
I've been smoking weed on a low
Can't you see my eyes as e low
Hope my paranoia doesn't show
I really wanna fly when I'm low
Tick tock time don Dey go
But I'm still Plotting on a low



Credits
Writer(s): Tobi Laniyan
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