Low
Yeah, hood anthem, Yeah, I got pain on my left
But I know some real ones that stand to my right
I done got comfortable taking these flights, Imma roll up, I think I'm addicted to heights
I got pain on my left, but I know some real ones that stand to my right
I done got comfortable taking these flights, I'ma roll up, I think I'm addicted to heights
Yeah, I come from the low, yeah, and that's just as real as it get
Shit, it feel like I'm out for revenge, need a blueprint on how to begin
Man I come from the low
Gotta get out the low
Man I come from the low
Find my way out the low, yeah
Gotta get out the low
I'm from where niggas tryna get rich, hold your head up and stick to the plan
You stay out the way and you stack up the chips
Never switch up, don't turn on your man, you make sure you humble
And hold down the clique, see the mailman and take rubber bands
And wrap 'round the bands to stick to my hip, when you know you work hard for your shit
You can flex on whoever, I'm cocky as shit, when you see me turn up in this bitch
Please don't pay me no mind, I'm just poppin' my shit
I'm just poppin' my shit
Man, I'm chasin' a million, got me stuck on this hustle
I put all my love to the side, ain't in touch with my feelings
Like this shit never ending, we tryna go up
But it feel like it's too many ceilings, but it's all about levels and differences
Hold down homies who hold down them sentences
When them niggas talk down on your name
Ask that boy what he say, he gon' switch up them sentences
We gon' let y'all pump fake for the fame, run your mouth for the clout
We gon' keep this shit limited, and if niggas think they on top now
Well you know how it go, if you start it, we finish it
I fall back, then I hop on my shit again
I keep going, this hurt my adrenaline
Man, this shit about hard work and discipline
Give me a island, I'm living like Gilligan
Day to day, I be moving so militant
Smoke a opp to the face I won't trip again
Smoke a opp to the face, I won't trip again
I got pain on my left, but I know some real ones that stand to my right
I done got comfortable taking these flights I'ma roll up
I think I'm addicted to heights, yeah
I come from the low, yeah
And that's just as real as it get
Shit, it feel like I'm out for revenge, need a blueprint on how to begin
Man, I come from the low
Gotta get out the low
Man, I come from the low
Find my way out the low, yeah
Gotta get out the low, yeah
Gotta get out the low
But I know some real ones that stand to my right
I done got comfortable taking these flights, Imma roll up, I think I'm addicted to heights
I got pain on my left, but I know some real ones that stand to my right
I done got comfortable taking these flights, I'ma roll up, I think I'm addicted to heights
Yeah, I come from the low, yeah, and that's just as real as it get
Shit, it feel like I'm out for revenge, need a blueprint on how to begin
Man I come from the low
Gotta get out the low
Man I come from the low
Find my way out the low, yeah
Gotta get out the low
I'm from where niggas tryna get rich, hold your head up and stick to the plan
You stay out the way and you stack up the chips
Never switch up, don't turn on your man, you make sure you humble
And hold down the clique, see the mailman and take rubber bands
And wrap 'round the bands to stick to my hip, when you know you work hard for your shit
You can flex on whoever, I'm cocky as shit, when you see me turn up in this bitch
Please don't pay me no mind, I'm just poppin' my shit
I'm just poppin' my shit
Man, I'm chasin' a million, got me stuck on this hustle
I put all my love to the side, ain't in touch with my feelings
Like this shit never ending, we tryna go up
But it feel like it's too many ceilings, but it's all about levels and differences
Hold down homies who hold down them sentences
When them niggas talk down on your name
Ask that boy what he say, he gon' switch up them sentences
We gon' let y'all pump fake for the fame, run your mouth for the clout
We gon' keep this shit limited, and if niggas think they on top now
Well you know how it go, if you start it, we finish it
I fall back, then I hop on my shit again
I keep going, this hurt my adrenaline
Man, this shit about hard work and discipline
Give me a island, I'm living like Gilligan
Day to day, I be moving so militant
Smoke a opp to the face I won't trip again
Smoke a opp to the face, I won't trip again
I got pain on my left, but I know some real ones that stand to my right
I done got comfortable taking these flights I'ma roll up
I think I'm addicted to heights, yeah
I come from the low, yeah
And that's just as real as it get
Shit, it feel like I'm out for revenge, need a blueprint on how to begin
Man, I come from the low
Gotta get out the low
Man, I come from the low
Find my way out the low, yeah
Gotta get out the low, yeah
Gotta get out the low
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Writer(s): Michael Ramberan
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