Angelic Alkaline - Camouflage

Lay low (feat. Aj Angels, Ema IK & iamwaynesmith)

Man, my Chain hang low don't it,
Man, my grill man, it shine don't it
Man all my niggas chosen
Man all my niggas chosen

You know I'm the guy right? (yup)
I wouldn't lie on a track
I put it down it come back (twice)
We got a vicious attack (yikes)
I need to get me a snack
I'm just not myself when i'm hungry
And i'm hungry for all of this money
Better listen cause here how we coming

We coming direct
I'm low key I ain't heard no threats
As soon as we do we grabbing a tec
I don't want problems just give me respect
Don't give me that, I guess problems is set (woah)
Don't call me entitled
Wasn't shit given
I know what I want and i'm stuck on a mission
Need higher living
Ain't heard the motto?
Get Busy living (woo)
You girl doesn't swallow?
She told me different
Anyways listen
We got a vision I swear it's so different
Not letting up till my name on the ceiling
My ceiling
Is way out of orbit (yeah)
When I reach it
I'm way post mortal (yikes)
But right now i'm in the pre
So i'm living like I got a key
And i'm knowing I got what I need

Man, my Chain hang low don't it,
Man, my grill man, it shine don't it
Man all my niggas chosen
Man all my niggas chosen
Man, my Chain hang low don't it,
Man, my grill man, it shine don't it
Man all my niggas chosen
Man all my niggas chosen

Diamonds on they neck they frozen
Y'all niggas y'all niggas can't stop us
It's honor amongst a bunch of thieves
In the den it's like it's 40 thieves
Anything I want she do it cause I say say so
Ass so big you got to duck you gotta lay low
I'm not Simon
But she do it cause I say so
She fuck with me cause I'm getting all these pesos
She got some energy cause she doing all this yayo

Man, my Chain hang low don't it,
Man, my grill man, it shine don't it
Man all my niggas chosen
Man all my niggas chosen
Man, my Chain hang low don't it,
Man, my grill man, it shine don't it
Man all my niggas chosen
Man all my niggas chosen

When I pull up in a 2 door you know that im bout to pop shit
If its a four door then you know you bet not try shit
All that gangsta talk you poppin boy just stop it
Pull up in a brinks truck, you ain't gon stop shit

Gimme the bands, I need the loot
Gimme the work, I got the troops
Gimme a beat, and gimme a booth
These n lyin, when I tell the truth
Lookin at my bank account and I swipe watch it replenish
Just remember I was working and grinding yall niggas didn't

Credits
Writer(s): Alex Angels, Brennan Dwayne Smith, Emmanuel Nwabuonwu, Roger James
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