OTL

Yeah

Uh huh
Yeah, yeah

Look, I don't think they know
Where a nigga comin' from, where I'm boutta go
That's alright cuz I rather keep it on the low
And I ain't really into making friends
Not again, boy I'm here just for the doe
Seen my homie in the P's
He don't buzz us in, we just break open the door
Gotta stay clear of the D's, cuz I copped up on some dope
I don't trust a lot of people that's why I be going ghost
Going places they don't know, rather keep it on the low

Gotta keep it on the low

And I ain't pull up with my bros
Pulled up with my girl so the police wouldn't know
They always judge off looks crazy how the boys assume
So they don't ask me shit in this Port-a-Bella suit
Don't ask me about what happened on the news
You could watch it for yourself, put your feet up in my shoes
And you could see that one way or another, niggas lose
So hanging in the hood, I was never to amused
If I missed your call I was probably making moves
From the 50's to the 40's, all across the avenue
Can't tell the homies that I'm through
Pave ways so we all could get the loot
I'm tellin 'em, watch me go to a whip from a hoop
And as far as haters go that pistol might be in the coupe
And as far as bitches go, I could never trust you
And since niggas act like bitches it's the same for them too, I
Stay cool through the madness
I stay to myself cuz I can't deal with all they reactions
When it get tragic
I don't give a fuck about none of your feelings or passions
Dippin through traffic, smokin' on loud
Hysterically laughing, look at me now
I'm looking past all these niggas who frown
Fuck a distraction that shit not allowed

I came with nobody did it all on my own
And I know life a gamble roll the dice with my soul
They say home is where the heart is and I don't got a home
And I'm still in a race and I'm going for gold
You don't ever catch me lacking
Couple shooters got my back
Ain't backing down, no Love and Hip-Hop
But they kickin ratchets
I don't smoke sativa but my soul up in the clouds
Just so I can talk to...
Like my niggas still around
Unload the clip and every round
Stack my chips don't make a sound
Till the whispers get around
That the Legynd in the town
If a nigga comin' for me best believe he in a scope
And I promise I ain't shootin' nothing lower than his throat
If you act out I make a show, you know how this story go
That Gelato get me higher that Aladdin when he float
Told your Jasmine, fuck that nigga, shorty, he don't gotta know
Treat you just like my business and I keep it on the low

I don't think they know
Where a nigga comin' from, where I'm boutta go
That's alright cuz I rather keep it on the low
And I ain't really into making friends
Not again, boy I'm here just for the doe
Seen my homie in the P's
He don't buzz us in, we just break open the door
Gotta stay clear of the D's, cuz I copped up on some dope
I don't trust a lot of people that's why I be going ghost
Going places they don't know, rather keep it on the low