135 Lo-Key - Lamar Jackson (feat. Big Timmy)

I’m in my bag i got the wave
I think im Lamar im making plays
I spent a rack on these balmains
I send a hit i get u sprayed
All of niggas throwing up ace
I ride for my gang its no other way
My girl a baddie stuck in her ways
I come from the trenches where aint nothing safe
I’m in my bag i got the wave
I think im Lamar im making plays
I spent a rack on these balmains
I send a hit I get u sprayed
All of niggas throwing up ace
I ride for my gang its no other way
My girl a baddie stuck in her ways
I come from the trenches where aint nothing safe
I need a foreign I need a wraith
I need a mansion right by a lake
Came from the bottom where aint nothing safe
I see 12 then I’m doing the race
Young nigga shining im doing great
Count up this money to im blue in the face
My niggas wildin shoot u in the face
Long live rod long live tay
Came from the trap nigga thats facts
It’s no looking back I had to adapt
Nigga I rap u wanna verse just hit my line u know imma tax
Shout out to geno yeah my nigga back
135 I put that on my back
Yeah yeah 135 i put that on my back
I really came from the jungle
I had to watch my mother struggle
My brother told me don’t fumble
Stand like a real nigga u never crumble
I’m in my bag I got the wave
I think im Lamar im making plays
I spent a rack on these balmains
I send a hit i get u sprayed
All of niggas throwing up ace
I ride for my gang its no other way
My girl a baddie stuck in her ways
I come from the trenches where aint nothing safe
I’m in my bag i got the wave
I think im Lamar im making plays
I spent a rack on these balmains
I send a hit I get u sprayed
All of niggas throwing up ace
I ride for my gang it’s no other way
My girl a baddie stuck in her ways
I come from the trenches where aint nothing safe
Trying make it so we hitting these holes
All we know is selling crack and this dope
Remember I seen my father cook on the stove
Still with lave bitch you know that’s my bro
Coming straight from 29 double 0
Can’t fuck with a bitch if she don’t have no goals
I spent hella hours at the same corner store
Ain’t trying to brag but I run with some killas
I holler at sukie we I slide up the village
I was gone for some years i will always remember
I came home just in time for the summer
Got a gift like the 25th of december
Riding hitting sales just me and my brother
On parole im trying stay out of trouble
Give me a pound and im bringing back double
We never had nothing so we had to hustle
I’m in my bag i got the wave
I think im Lamar im making plays
I spent a rack on these balmains
I send a hit i get u sprayed
All of niggas throwing up ace
I ride for my gang its no other way
My girl a baddie stuck in her ways
I come from the trenches where aint nothing safe
I’m in my bag i got the wave
I think im Lamar im making plays
I spent a rack on these balmains
I send a hit i get u sprayed
All of niggas throwing up ace
I ride for my gang its no other way
My girl a baddie stuck in her ways
I come from the trenches where aint nothing safe

Written by:
Keyon Bess, Timothy Brown

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