Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Low-Key, artist - Hopsin.
Date of issue: 20.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Low-Key |
Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah |
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I’m too low-key for that) |
My foot is on the gas though |
Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho (I'm not too low-key for that) |
Nigga I just do what I does, what’s up |
What it do, what’s up, what it do |
You’re blowin' all your money on the hoes and the cars bro |
It’s all dope, but we all know (Nigga I’m too low-key for that) |
I’ll admit my last few years have been kinda rusty |
Have I been beating myself up, in my mind I must be |
I slowed down, watching my peers as they rise above me |
'Cause rap’s a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee |
These times are ugly |
I’m close to my midlife, the crisis haunts me |
Calm on the surface but inside I’m grumpy |
If I was comfy, I’d say «fuck rap», because life is complete |
Surprise I’m hungry, rappers looking like fries and lunch meat |
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making mills huh (Huh) |
When you be flexing you looking so icy that I get the chills son (Huh) |
I seen you pull up in your whip and you stopped but somehow the wheels spun |
(Damn) |
Who is the plug for the drugs? |
Tell me where you get the pills from |
I heard you came from the real slums |
What the fuck you gon' do when your deal’s done? |
Nigga the day that you fizzle out will come |
If you think it ain’t comin' you’re real dumb |
That ain’t a bag you made off your talent |
That is a label allowance |
And we gon' see in the end if you really could pay off the balance, |
bitch (I'm too low-key for that) |
Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah |
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I’m too low-key for that) |
My foot is on the gas though |
Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho (I'm not too low-key for that) |
Nigga I just do what I does, what’s up |
What it do, what’s up, what it do |
You’re blowin' all your money on the hoes and the cars bro |
It’s all dope, but we all know (Nigga I’m too low-key for that) |
I could care less about expensive gold chains |
I’m gettin' more plays from spittin' propane |
Bitch this is no game |
I don’t fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame |
Fuck the swaggy shit now I’m livin' like it’s the old days |
So pack your bags you had your chance this might be the |
Avalanche that wipes it up |
I’m back to rockin' baggy pants and wife beaters |
Bitch your time is up |
This my master plan and lightning struck |
Don’t get caught in fires that my ashy hands is writing up |
Been had the fucking game on lock |
Been had my pesos copped |
Been plottin' deeply tryna take your spot |
I can’t erase those thoughts, my drive is something that these fakes don’t got |
Their vision blurry tryna chase those thots |
You tryna do it independent but you ain’t no Hop |
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don’t drop |
Quit tryna move me |
Beast mode is where my mind is usually |
Y’all focused on Louis Vuitton and Gucci, I told you (I'm too low-key for that) |
Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah |
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I’m too low-key for that) |
My foot is on the gas though |
Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho (I'm not too low-key for that) |
Nigga I just do what I does, what’s up |
What it do, what’s up, what it do |
You’re blowin' all your money on the hoes and the cars bro |
It’s all dope, but we all know (Nigga I’m too low-key for that) |
Nigga I’m too low-key for that |
I’m way too low-key for that |
Nigga I’m too low-key for that |
Nigga I’m too low-key for that |