Low Battery

Low battery
Mili my salary
My flows are art
In the gallery
Were going hard
Call the cavalry
Eatin good we
Put in the calories
Low battery
All in my phone
Low battery
Charging the throne
She mad at me
When im not home
Low battery
All in my phone

It aint a mystery
Spitting bars out my mouth
Like listerine
Antihistamines
Your allergic to the sickness
But come to witness
The business
Flexing bars
With the fitness
Gold chain
Be swingin my neck
Ol mate
Be sending me the texts
After all day
Showin disrespect
Wanna piece of the pie
Man fuck
Chin check
You think ur shits so hot
With bitches all thots
Your the pot
Calling the kettle black
Im a wolf
Runnin with the killer pack
Needa boost
Look ahead no turning back
Can he flow
Well a matter fact
I bring the verbal attack
And with the fire
Kick back
With the fattest weed stack
Now my battery capped
Hitting hiiipower
Like Kendrick on tracks

Low battery
Mili my salary
My flows are art
In the gallery
Were going hard
Call the cavalry
Eatin good we
Put in the calories
Low battery
All in my phone
Low battery
Charging the throne
She mad at me
When im not home
Low battery
All in my phone
Low battery
Mili my salary
My flows are art
In the gallery
Were going hard
Call the cavalry
Eatin good we
Put in the calories
Low battery
All in my phone
Low battery
Charging the throne
She mad at me
When im not home
Low battery
All in my phone

If the devil wears Prada
Im looking for another
Bad bitch from below
With Balenciaga
Hit a swish from the throw
Vince Carter
With the bow
Load an arrow
Keepin people
On their toes
They all froze
When it comes to their time
Choking up all closed
When they needa spit a rhyme
But they're ripping their clothes
When they needa spit a rhyme
But they missing they flows
Man u needa spit a rhyme
Now the window is closed
In the world
And im looking out the castle
Fill the tank
And im burning through the petrol
In the world and im looking out the castle
With the devil
And i put it in her asshole

Low battery
Mili my salary
My flows are art
In the gallery
Were going hard
Call the cavalry
Eatin good we
Put in the calories
Low battery
All in my phone
Low battery
Charging the throne
She mad at me
When im not home
Low battery
All in my phone
Low battery
Mili my salary
My flows are art
In the gallery
Were going hard
Call the cavalry
Eatin good we
Put in the calories
Low battery
All in my phone
Low battery
Charging the throne
She mad at me
When im not home
Low battery
All in my phone

Seen a million
Things i needa be
But they dont see
That i been
Workin even harder
Than machines
Behind the scenes
Im Alfred Hitchy
With screams
Another city
With new streets
Im out in Sydney
All these dreams
Of all the people
All these means
Of gettin rich
Or die tryin
While im going up the country
With the crew
Im i spyin
For new rappers
Who think
They're Mike Tyson status
Throwing hooks
Im jabbin my pad
With the lyrical ink
Gotta thank my dad
For showing me the way
Teach a bird to fly
Get a meal everyday
Dont fantasize
All real life
Well and rife
With the fruits of my labour
Fruit salad tonight
Sound alright
Na
Sounds fucking great
You're hearing it with dinner
Got an L on your plate
Got the dub
Got the steal
I confiscate
Breaking all the ankles
Have you all on roller skates

Low battery
Mili my salary
My flows are art
In the gallery
Were going hard
Call the cavalry
Eatin good we
Put in the calories
Low battery
All in my phone
Low battery
Charging the throne
She mad at me
When im not home
Low battery
All in my phone
Low battery
Mili my salary
My flows are art
In the gallery
Were going hard
Call the cavalry
Eatin good we
Put in the calories
Low battery
All in my phone
Low battery
Charging the throne
She mad at me
When im not home
Low battery
All in my phone



Credits
Writer(s): Yarden Fridberg
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