Low Profile

Hopped on the Q38 up to Queens Center
Headphones blasting
Hands quick like Mayweather
I stay better than lane pressers who fake clever
Plain Jane fellas gon' regret the day they came at ya
This shit is mine it's plain and simple
Don't need a sign or symbol the rhymes continue
And I know this shit sounds better with my pain and my rage
So when shits fucked up in my life I don't wanna make a change
It's strange the page like my heart my brain
Imagine having the reach of Drake swear nothing be the same
On the world stage, dissecting my emotions
Wishing and hoping you relate enough to push it forward
My focus is on my family I come second at best
Weight on my shoulders be so heavy I start using my chest
And if that crush me or fuck me it be worth it in the end
Long as my father is good and momma never works again
I'll be the martyr that harbored then let it out with a crash
Cause some of the toughest dudes you know be as broken as glass
So when I'm caught up in the moment cause they come at you fast
I take a second for perspective and I just relax

Keep it low
Keep it low keep it low
Y'all only know what I show
Keep it low
Keep it low Keep it low
Keep it low
Keep it low keep it low
Y'all only know what I show
Keep it low
Keep it low Keep it low

In my head once again and knocked off of my course
Need to correct it before quick in a split second I'm lost
Till I wake up in a year and it's 20 I'm sure
No regrets bet, till they fucking find me a corpse
I am the source I'm the plug the supplier of the drug
They call it medicine I love y'all disingenuous as fuck
And then we amplify it so I'm not surprised when I look around
And see the clowns who run they mouth that we never hold to account
So I sip my tea
Quietly in peace
Rivalry is cheap
Lions don't rival sheep



Credits
Writer(s): Gino Lomanto
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