TOWN HALL
Who thought I'd be makin' calls to the town hall
Who thought I'd be walkin' through these fuckin' white hall
They was speakin' in fuckin' tongues, mentionin' my downfall
But did you forget
Shout out to my niggas standin' tall
We real like some glue, we cannot fall
But when shit get sticky, we pass the ball
Like my nigga, you closer to the rim, it's your call
They say LOWKEY, pick up flow
Hell nah
Never smokin' on no Joes
Hell nah
Letting you look through the window
Hell nah
Showing you motherfuckin' sneak peak for what
Riskin it all,
Riskin it all for what
Let me tell you a secret, I ain't no bust
I'm a first generation, you probably wouldn't get it
The shoe I got on, on my soul, you couldn't fit it
On my soul, you couldn't fit it
And to them people, keep your distance to the peephole
You know I got fuckin' morals
Step out of the shadows and into the light
And to them people, keep your distance to the peephole
You know I got fuckin' morals
But, in honesty, that's my problem exact
People gon' follow me, gotta keep this shit intact
Gotta keep this shit intact
I can't be the last batch, my kids depend on my sack
Can't depend on these hoes, I wouldn't get my bih back
Remember her heart was cold cold, but she never got off track
She in it for the fuckin' long run, run
Hold my gun, promise you won't fuckin' run
Who thought I'd be walkin' through these fuckin' white hall
They was speakin' in fuckin' tongues, mentionin' my downfall
But did you forget
Shout out to my niggas standin' tall
We real like some glue, we cannot fall
But when shit get sticky, we pass the ball
Like my nigga, you closer to the rim, it's your call
They say LOWKEY, pick up flow
Hell nah
Never smokin' on no Joes
Hell nah
Letting you look through the window
Hell nah
Showing you motherfuckin' sneak peak for what
Riskin it all,
Riskin it all for what
Let me tell you a secret, I ain't no bust
I'm a first generation, you probably wouldn't get it
The shoe I got on, on my soul, you couldn't fit it
On my soul, you couldn't fit it
And to them people, keep your distance to the peephole
You know I got fuckin' morals
Step out of the shadows and into the light
And to them people, keep your distance to the peephole
You know I got fuckin' morals
But, in honesty, that's my problem exact
People gon' follow me, gotta keep this shit intact
Gotta keep this shit intact
I can't be the last batch, my kids depend on my sack
Can't depend on these hoes, I wouldn't get my bih back
Remember her heart was cold cold, but she never got off track
She in it for the fuckin' long run, run
Hold my gun, promise you won't fuckin' run
Credits
Writer(s): Lowkey 2face
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