Lyrics to Stay Low
Stay low
It's how a nigga move through the streets relative ease
I just stay low
It's kinda like the smoke from the leaves, I'm in a breeze
Nigga, stay low (nigga)
Keys open doors, them boys will start to feel you
Black boy joy, you know they're tryna kill you
Black boy joy, you know
I'm a southside nigga, it ain't too many places get as cold as this
Well I'm good in yo culdesac
Ain't no hood wit' me, I ain't on no cobra shit
No more woods when I roll a pack
I'm about this paper like a river ride
5 different revenue streams coming
Try to pay my time, pray to God that I'm living right
I ain't even got a gun, all these differеnt magazines coming
I be running from it, trust me I bе ducking fans sometimes
Wasn't wit' me shooting in the gym
Writing on my flip phone, scribbling on loose leaf
Tryna rep my zip code, pulling up in hoopties, damn
In a old school currently
Filing all my currency, I
Never been concerned wit' niggas keeping eyes on me
Moving just like I got pies on me
You won't find on me
Then nigga, stay low (yuh)
It's how a nigga move through the streets, [?] TV's
I just stay low
It's kinda like the smoke from the leaves, I'm in a breeze
Nigga, stay low, yo
Keys open doors, them boys will start to feel you
Black boy joy, you know they're tryna kill you
Black boy joy, you know they're tryna kill us all
It's how a nigga move through the streets relative ease
I just stay low
It's kinda like the smoke from the leaves, I'm in a breeze
Nigga, stay low (nigga)
Keys open doors, them boys will start to feel you
Black boy joy, you know they're tryna kill you
Black boy joy, you know
I'm a southside nigga, it ain't too many places get as cold as this
Well I'm good in yo culdesac
Ain't no hood wit' me, I ain't on no cobra shit
No more woods when I roll a pack
I'm about this paper like a river ride
5 different revenue streams coming
Try to pay my time, pray to God that I'm living right
I ain't even got a gun, all these differеnt magazines coming
I be running from it, trust me I bе ducking fans sometimes
Wasn't wit' me shooting in the gym
Writing on my flip phone, scribbling on loose leaf
Tryna rep my zip code, pulling up in hoopties, damn
In a old school currently
Filing all my currency, I
Never been concerned wit' niggas keeping eyes on me
Moving just like I got pies on me
You won't find on me
Then nigga, stay low (yuh)
It's how a nigga move through the streets, [?] TV's
I just stay low
It's kinda like the smoke from the leaves, I'm in a breeze
Nigga, stay low, yo
Keys open doors, them boys will start to feel you
Black boy joy, you know they're tryna kill you
Black boy joy, you know they're tryna kill us all
