Lowkey

Ayy yo, Black, turn me up D-Mark got the heat on me

Truth be told, they only love you when you dead and gone
Truth be told, they only listen once you sell your soul
And these bitches only fuckin' for Chanel clothes
It's hard to see who really love you, I can't trust hoes

But I go hard behind my bros, like we got the same mama
Same struggle, same pain, and we got the same drama
Like money, seen a lot of people change on me
You ain't love me at my lowest, had to go on lowkey

My heart been cold for the longest, I can't stand heat
Still go bananas for your love, call me Banshee
My fazos on, I'm on go, we ain't stoppin' at lights
City rollin' like a stone, we been slidin' all night

They told me keep it cool, I act new, some say that it's strange
These flocks fuckin' up the game, rats givin' up names
Fakers tryin' to be real, most these niggas poppin' pills

Then get to bussin' for real
Shoot at a opp, but killed a kid, shit be scary for real

Stop actin' gangsta for your Twitter
We don't post on no Insta, I don't need a pen or paper
All this shit be off mental, remember rappin', havin' talks

We gon' always be bigger, we gon' always be bigger
I took a different approach, too many niggas gettin' smoked
They target rappers the most, hoes be toe up the most

And when you die, you gotta lay up in that ground alone
I played the hand that I was dealt, I had to deal it alone

Truth be told, don't even love you when you dead and gone
Truth be told, don't even listen once you sell your soul
And these bitches only fuckin' for Chanel clothes
It's hard to see who really love you, I can't trust hoes

But I go hard behind my bros, like we got the same mama
Same struggle, same pain, and we got the same drama
Like money, seen a lot of people change on me
You ain't love me at my lowest, had to go on lowkey, yeah

But I go hard behind my bros, like we got the same mama
Same struggle, same pain and we got the same drama
Like money, seen a lot of people change on me
You ain't love me at my lowest, had to go on lowkey