Lower Your Tone
Yeah
Please lower your tone
Why are you talkin' bitch, leave me alone
Get outta my space and go back to your home
You act like a kid but you know that you're grown
So lower your tone
Please lower your tone
Why are you talkin' bitch, leave me alone
Get outta my space and go back to your home
You act like a kid but you know that you're grown
So lower your tone
I'm makin' advances, keepin' my stance on my feet
Takin' chances, get me a car be the one to finance it
Eyes on the clock, as it tiks and it toks I ain't doin' no dances
But I'm gonna change my last name to Manson
Take a seat for me like I'm Chris Hansen
Get me a mansion, expand the land and migrate south
But it's too dry I think it's in a drought
Spit 'till saliva flies out of my mouth
I keep makin' tracks and I'm losin' my count
Rushin' more out 'till I'm up on the mount
Puttin' my name on the map
The songs I have scrapped will stay as just that
Pieces of trash in the vault get my bat
So fuckin' annoying I called you a gnat
But I got to, stay on top of my game
Bitch not you, you been chasin' the fame
And I caught you
Lyin' on my name, bitch not true
At the time that I came in, I made you go crazy and act like a dumbass
You take it too far like I came I went past
Spastic and wild like I'm Puig on the base pass
Takin' it back like my hand on a facemask
Please lower your tone
Why are you talkin' bitch, leave me alone
Get outta my space and go back to your home
You act like a kid but you know that you're grown
So lower your tone
Please lower your tone
Why are you talkin' bitch, leave me alone
Get outta my space and go back to your home
You act like a kid but you know that you're grown
So lower your tone
Tryna get to the goat tier
Opioids motivate when I get near
Flows clear, like a lake with no moisture
My peers, comin' here just compare
Then I cheer without fear of a lack of endearment
A spear through the heart of a bitch who don't hear it
Mirror the greats wipe it clean I see clear
Spirit was first now it flies up the rear
Appear to be dormant like I was Cole
But I'm soarin' and floorin' my foot on the pedal forward and I'm stormin'
Lookin' for more all the while I'm formin'
Myself to be with the Dre's, and Drake's, and Jay's
Go out everyday and I pave my way
Makin' you stay then I go and sedate
You fake and I'm great so get outta my state
But the state of my mind is kinda bizarre
Don't got a beer gut but I'm raising the bar
Infected the booth like corona and sars
Got you basically gone so go write a memoir
And yeah I love talkin' my shit
It's just how I am what you gonna do bitch
Fingers to the sky at my peaks and my pits
Holdin' on tight but I'm kinda like Grip
With my spatula, flip this shit then I get back to ya
I stay on yo ass I'm attackin' ya
You gettin' all lost need a map and I'm
Reroutin' the way that I thought I'd collect in my bank
And change the amount that's up in the tank
Comin' up soon, no it's not a prank
Not yankin' your chain so for now
Please lower your tone
Why are you talkin' bitch, leave me alone
Get outta my space and go back to your home
You act like a kid but you know that you're grown
So lower your tone
Please lower your tone
Why are you talkin' bitch, leave me alone
Get outta my space and go back to your home
You act like a kid but you know that you're grown
So lower your tone
Please lower your tone
Why are you talkin' bitch, leave me alone
Get outta my space and go back to your home
You act like a kid but you know that you're grown
So lower your tone
Please lower your tone
Why are you talkin' bitch, leave me alone
Get outta my space and go back to your home
You act like a kid but you know that you're grown
So lower your tone
I'm makin' advances, keepin' my stance on my feet
Takin' chances, get me a car be the one to finance it
Eyes on the clock, as it tiks and it toks I ain't doin' no dances
But I'm gonna change my last name to Manson
Take a seat for me like I'm Chris Hansen
Get me a mansion, expand the land and migrate south
But it's too dry I think it's in a drought
Spit 'till saliva flies out of my mouth
I keep makin' tracks and I'm losin' my count
Rushin' more out 'till I'm up on the mount
Puttin' my name on the map
The songs I have scrapped will stay as just that
Pieces of trash in the vault get my bat
So fuckin' annoying I called you a gnat
But I got to, stay on top of my game
Bitch not you, you been chasin' the fame
And I caught you
Lyin' on my name, bitch not true
At the time that I came in, I made you go crazy and act like a dumbass
You take it too far like I came I went past
Spastic and wild like I'm Puig on the base pass
Takin' it back like my hand on a facemask
Please lower your tone
Why are you talkin' bitch, leave me alone
Get outta my space and go back to your home
You act like a kid but you know that you're grown
So lower your tone
Please lower your tone
Why are you talkin' bitch, leave me alone
Get outta my space and go back to your home
You act like a kid but you know that you're grown
So lower your tone
Tryna get to the goat tier
Opioids motivate when I get near
Flows clear, like a lake with no moisture
My peers, comin' here just compare
Then I cheer without fear of a lack of endearment
A spear through the heart of a bitch who don't hear it
Mirror the greats wipe it clean I see clear
Spirit was first now it flies up the rear
Appear to be dormant like I was Cole
But I'm soarin' and floorin' my foot on the pedal forward and I'm stormin'
Lookin' for more all the while I'm formin'
Myself to be with the Dre's, and Drake's, and Jay's
Go out everyday and I pave my way
Makin' you stay then I go and sedate
You fake and I'm great so get outta my state
But the state of my mind is kinda bizarre
Don't got a beer gut but I'm raising the bar
Infected the booth like corona and sars
Got you basically gone so go write a memoir
And yeah I love talkin' my shit
It's just how I am what you gonna do bitch
Fingers to the sky at my peaks and my pits
Holdin' on tight but I'm kinda like Grip
With my spatula, flip this shit then I get back to ya
I stay on yo ass I'm attackin' ya
You gettin' all lost need a map and I'm
Reroutin' the way that I thought I'd collect in my bank
And change the amount that's up in the tank
Comin' up soon, no it's not a prank
Not yankin' your chain so for now
Please lower your tone
Why are you talkin' bitch, leave me alone
Get outta my space and go back to your home
You act like a kid but you know that you're grown
So lower your tone
Please lower your tone
Why are you talkin' bitch, leave me alone
Get outta my space and go back to your home
You act like a kid but you know that you're grown
So lower your tone
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Writer(s): Malcolm Davis
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