Low Key

Immo Stax

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I know real niggaz, the REAL real niggaz
Witness protection aint shit, bitch we still get you
You was meant to be a bitch and I can prove it
I’ll come and stomp your ass at your familiy reunion
A blunt in my hand, one in my ear, Im too hood
Nah I dont swear Im the shit, but YOU SHOULD
Cant slow down
I gotta go see my P.O. today before 5, and Im HIGH RIGHT NOW
Internet geeks trying to be thugs, bruh stop
You couldnt look hard if Viagra made eye drops
And pussy nigga why your pants so tight??
You gonna catch a yeast infection, you the reason hoes dykes
Crime definitely pays, only if you get away
Im never confessing even if they got me on tape
I put together potent formulas like alchemist
Im way too advanced like and infant tutoring calculus
Hook
Im low key,
Low Key,
Keep my name out your mouth if dont know about me
For real, Im low key
Low key
Never sleep on a grip
Grim hustling for keeps
I chill, we low key
Low Key
But could mob like a herd, better yet a stampede
My streets, we low key
Low Key
Keep my name out your mouth if you dont know about me
Verse 2
I dont do it for the fame
I aint fucking with you lames
I do it to sparks brains
Of niggaz who in the same
Position from where I came
Regardless what you claim
Every slums is the same
Only difference is the names
K-H-A-R-Y + I = THE 1 x 2
BOTH carried the nine after school
Surprise he alive
The one you thought you killed
Im avoiding nothing but doubt
Squashing nothing but guilt
Be ready
My struggle, my muscle, my hustle, picture which the hardest
I got three brothers with robbing, slanging, and murder charges
Sharks dont share waters with guppies
We more like viscious pits in the land of bitches nad puppies
Off the chain and hungry
I woke up this morning focused
Knowing I gotta take it cuz the world dont owe me
And nah, I aint never ever thought I was hard
But before I be scared,
Promise Id rather be dead
verse 3
I hold it down like mass times gravity
Battling me will shame your whole family
IMMO out the belly of the beast
So they know me as the shit
Ryhmes designed for takeoff
Just like flight strips
Got the world in my grip
And thats just how I play it
I aint gotta kill a nigga
I make him wishe he was dead
Me with no bread like tires with no tread
Slick as fuck
Ready and willing to catch you slipping up
Now you can run bitch
And you can hide too
But eventually you will stop
And Ima find you
Im back on the block with my back to the globe
And I cant go soft, Im too mothafucking cold
Aint no realest shit I ever wrote
Cuz every time I speak, its the truest shit I ever spoke
What, you aint know?
I aint mean to be stopped, Im a bad motherfucker
My mama told me I shot through two rubbers