Down Low Pt. 2

By L.o.M.d

On Hello

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This’ll only take a second, my city won’t support me so I will never rep it

Y’all rappers is losing weight like Sherri Shepard, don’t let a rough cat spot you like leopards

Because either you’ll be their leotard, or get rid of you in seconds

They repping with weapons, and have you discovering that life is not long enough to be wasted, Columbus Short have you stepping

Ha but seriously adolescents best friends with Smith and Wesson’s

And got leatherheads for protections

I’m professing, my progression from last year, in my profession, kid strapped to my backpack like Ness and

I got y’all guessing if I can make it towards being legend

I don’t know but I will hitch a plan to stay away from those girls standing around doors

Who only come towards if you found dough

These days cats ignore the facts of social means and leave pens and use swords

Well real men don’t want no war

Tools play their way into danger like we on Toy Story

I want the galore of awards

But what’s the use if y’all don’t get the morale

(Hook)

Local, dreams of going global

Perfect these vocals

Blow up and leave the game looking like Chernobyl

Flow like water out the blowhole

This ain’t a story of making it out the struggle

All y’all need is to do is put me on repeat

My goal is on the gold

Watch me unfold on top these beats

Cats move with negligence, if life was a game, most of the world would be CPU’s

Artificial intelligence is irrelevant, so like Capital Steez I snuck in the room like an elephant

You can’t hide the truth and that’s evident

Dead presidents to replace homies and cure the deficit

Stay honest, when I write my rhymes

When we judge my lyrical mind, I’m in a barren world like Nine

Haters benign, y’all cut for bieber and copy my shine

And they wonder what’s the word, word

No it ain’t the bird, bird

Keep it moving like a verb, herbs never touch them

Girls never love or trust em, teens all we got is lust

Fishing for these chicks to get up in the guts

Shutdown, Scottie Pippen, my lines they sniffing

These so-called artists got rhythm on the milkbox missing

Never could do 9 to 5 or burger flipping

Instead ascend like Josh Smith and these radio actors straight jokes like Peter Griffin

(Hook)