Very bad, a thug, perhaps even almost a killer.
Growing up, I had it kind of hard.
Shot me on my chest, now I'm laying on the boulevard.
Bleaching to death, reaching for my Rugar.
I didn't have it in, I couldn't make it to the car.
Damn, getting shot, it never hurt the plan.
I used to beat a nigga with a fucking gun in hand.
And now the table's turned, I'm laying on my back.
Refusing to die, I'ma show you where my heart is at.
Flesh in my stomach, I know the smell of death when it's coming.
The niggas that was with me left me there for death when it's running.
Man, he's off -brand, niggas acting tough.
But when it all boils down, I'll be crawling blood.
This yellow shit, I love it and can't get enough.
And fuck us asking, cause this little nigga standing tough.
I load to fifth and cock it back and then I bust.
You thought you shot me, motherfuckers, but I'm low enough.
I'm the truth in this rap, I draw two and clap.
I shoot two in your front, you had two in your back.
You want a problem, you found it.
Yeah, I'm the power like big jumper cables hooked and grounded.
You don't wanna rap, dude.
I ride around with a semi in the backseat.
You don't wanna clap, dude.
It's all about the snaps, how much money you got.
We buy straps by the crates, yeah, we running the block.
No talk, we pop shit off like 4th of July.
If the chop pops it off, of course you're gonna die.
But more for you guys, no.
We ain't got none, so we hit with them pearly desert eagles and shotguns.
Only jump for guns, the best won't stop, son.
223's 50 with slugs and a shotgun.
Slugs and a watch, son.
Yeah, I stay boss and then beat niggas up in the club like catchdown in Boston.
Yeah, but I'm low enough.
Yeah, but I'm low enough.
Yeah, but I'm low enough.
You thought you got me, motherfuckers, but I'm low enough.
Yeah, but I'm low enough.
Yeah, but I'm low enough.
Yeah, but I'm low enough.
You thought you got me, motherfuckers, but I'm low enough.
When I'm low enough, I'm letting off in.
I bet this rack of lead will put you in your coffin.
The proof of the game, the mob, we know the off men.
And never slipping when I'm dipping, bullets tossing.
I'm known for the tech, aiming for the zone with the neck.
I left the murder zone, dumping on this man with the hex.
The barrel is long, shooting and I'm low and I'm wrong.
I got an AK -47 right in front of your home.
Now I'm mobbed here, setting the tone.
I'm on the block with a hot -shot flex and they know it.
I'm not a, I'm not a sucker to the game with a gun.
I'm the game, the gun, with it in a confidence slump.
With a drum, I'm done with it.
Shooting, I'm nice, I can't quit.
I keep on hitting like I'm rolling a dime.
You pay the price when you're fucking with mines.
They be bragging on they blocks, so fucking rest.
Look on they blocks, so they die.
When I'm low enough.
Yeah, but I'm low enough.
Yeah, but I'm low enough.
Yeah, but I'm low enough.
You thought you got me, motherfuckers, but I'm low enough.
Yeah, but I'm low enough.
Yeah, but I'm low enough.
Yeah, but I'm low enough.
You thought you got me, motherfuckers, but I'm low enough.
