loKI
Low-key, I feel this time is all 'bout me
I cannot wait to take my bro on tour with me
My minds been overseas, (shit!)
Only reason why when critics talk I oversee
Got the keys, kept my shit on lock
Before I got this cheese and ate the beef
Straight out the CHR so I don't got no chill
On a beat, assassinate these rappers if it pays the bills
Patience running thin, might just partake the beef
'fore you come at me, you better make sure my nigga you've mastered Chi
Lonely at the top, I don't got company
They prayed, a nigga flopped. Now let me feast in front of my enemies
Maybe I got that peace. Maybe I'm not gonna stop
Maybe they just want a nigga grinding till I pull up in a Porsche
Never gonna stick to the cause, funny the same nigga that was laughing at me, fucking with this flow
Now they wanna, everybody wanna do the talk, not the work. I'm close to breaking the Tour-so
I'm still gonna flex with the bars. I'm still gonna take those shots
Feel like going berserk on this MIC, I'm a dog
Never one to shy away when I take these notes
Because I had to show them how to low-key be the best in this shii
Low-key, I feel this time is all about me (all bout what)
I cannot wait to take my bro on tour with me
My minds has been overseas, Only reason why when critics talk I oversee
Got the keys, kept my shit on lock
Legends never talk, we signified, we let the words talk
On the pedestal, but dead inside, feel like Sisyphus with the rock
Been pushing way too hard, to get these little things in return, never show remorse
Secure the bag like Ross Keep these bars in check, can't go with less
To make myself the boss, had to fight the sharks mean you're not impressed
Low key, I need the cash, to get my shit on lock
Super vexed, can't tell me relax, bitch I'm super stressed
Wonder who comes second place, (eyy)
That's the only spot, they'd place me next. Gotta play my single next
I don't mean to flex heading for the stars like SpaceX, I just elongate
This ain't Bruno Mars it's way too late to try and catch these grenades
I just flow at this pace and I'm gone outta here and shit
The True Definition of African Rhythm
I cannot wait to take my bro on tour with me
My minds been overseas, (shit!)
Only reason why when critics talk I oversee
Got the keys, kept my shit on lock
Before I got this cheese and ate the beef
Straight out the CHR so I don't got no chill
On a beat, assassinate these rappers if it pays the bills
Patience running thin, might just partake the beef
'fore you come at me, you better make sure my nigga you've mastered Chi
Lonely at the top, I don't got company
They prayed, a nigga flopped. Now let me feast in front of my enemies
Maybe I got that peace. Maybe I'm not gonna stop
Maybe they just want a nigga grinding till I pull up in a Porsche
Never gonna stick to the cause, funny the same nigga that was laughing at me, fucking with this flow
Now they wanna, everybody wanna do the talk, not the work. I'm close to breaking the Tour-so
I'm still gonna flex with the bars. I'm still gonna take those shots
Feel like going berserk on this MIC, I'm a dog
Never one to shy away when I take these notes
Because I had to show them how to low-key be the best in this shii
Low-key, I feel this time is all about me (all bout what)
I cannot wait to take my bro on tour with me
My minds has been overseas, Only reason why when critics talk I oversee
Got the keys, kept my shit on lock
Legends never talk, we signified, we let the words talk
On the pedestal, but dead inside, feel like Sisyphus with the rock
Been pushing way too hard, to get these little things in return, never show remorse
Secure the bag like Ross Keep these bars in check, can't go with less
To make myself the boss, had to fight the sharks mean you're not impressed
Low key, I need the cash, to get my shit on lock
Super vexed, can't tell me relax, bitch I'm super stressed
Wonder who comes second place, (eyy)
That's the only spot, they'd place me next. Gotta play my single next
I don't mean to flex heading for the stars like SpaceX, I just elongate
This ain't Bruno Mars it's way too late to try and catch these grenades
I just flow at this pace and I'm gone outta here and shit
The True Definition of African Rhythm
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Writer(s): Phiri Joshua
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