Clyde Guevara - Lowkey
My life like a movie, bitch, I'm a blockbuster Cheatin' on that man with me, now how couldI trust ya
I don't do that family shit, boi we are not brothers
I ain't do this here for me, this for my block huggers
Cause I been feelin' like they tryna hide the top from us
And I ain't worried about you niggas, I let God judge ya
All I want is my respect, you ain't gotta love us
We still do our numbers, we got opps among us
They disguise as brothers
Desert Eagle clip came with a sequel Right where you got me fucked up, where I leave
you She sit down to fuck, but I got problems
with her people Fuck it, I might creep through
But I gotta make sure that I bring the heat through
Cause I got enemies, and they sleep on the same street as me
What you know about, pain with no remedies Make the hard time look easy
Ain't shootin' nothin' but the breeze Pull up lookin' like I still movin' keys
But I be low-key, gotta stay low-key
The people hardest to love usually need it the most
You shadowboxin', I'm really fightin' demons and ghosts
Now I got W's that don't match the hand I was dealt
You talkin' bout some shit you saw, uh I'm just tryna tell you how it felt for real
I'm from a place where it's okay if family members ain't cool with each other
Niggas with matching tattoos, I seen them shoot at each other
All them broke niggas, they ain't make it, that swear they built you
Crazy you would die for the same niggas that'll kill you
This shit bigger than Nino Brown, the way this industry set up
Pac and BIG'll be cool by now Got the chopper to move around like a Harley
I lock the cane like a Marley, I'm sorry, but I ain't sorry
Can't let you soft niggas harm me
Shit, cause I got enemies, and they sleep on the same street as me
What you know about, pain with no remedies Make the hard time look easy
Ain't shootin' nothin' but the breeze Pull up lookin' like I still movin' keys
Shit, but I be low-key Shit, gotta stay low-key
Written by:
Clyde Ellison
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