Lows

(álbum: Die Slow - 2015)

Now they acting like the inner city isn't torn
I know you seen the news
I know you read the stories
Saying nigga on the couch
Eating chicken watching Maury
"This is fucking boring man, fucking change the channel"
I'd rather watch Xzibit make a Civic trunk rattle
Mama
Throw that ass fast in the shadow
Now the cash follow
Passport stamps
She a model
Every case is the same
Every brave heart hollow
So, I mean who are you tomorrow?
Last night was a nice act, bravo
Yeah, I'm salty as fuck
No point in mind
Same verse
Did you forget that these niggas dying?
Like
I know you seen the news
I know you read the stories
Reiterate till the fucking [?] ain't waiting for me
Nigga point a.40 and told his daddy he did it for him
Born in a war torn horror show
Lord know it
But I never held a gun
Who am I to speak?
Like all these kids getting dropped
Probably think I'm I'm weak
Like when I'm passing a cop
They turn the other cheek
Like when my uncle got popped
I didn't hear a thing
I didn't hear a thing
I didn't hear a thing

Drive stop, gotta hesitate
Bitch, I need my space
Half gas in the NBA
Maybe you'll be safe
Drive stop, gotta hesitate
Bitch, I need my space
Half gas in the NBA
Maybe you'll be safe
Maybe you'll be safe
Maybe you'll be safe
[?] I guess
[?] show me more space
[?]