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KeepLow (Produced. By Sim Fane)

L.A.B.

shit so unpleasant, bitch i'm not impressed wit yuh
i don't give no fuck about that bih fuck that nah
i cared so much that i don't think i care at all
i text you back so i could let you tell me off
bitch you a demon you scheming you was plotting on me
i just put the 50 barrel on the fucking tommy
i walk in like a zombie, two poles on me
come and take this shit off my body like my name romney

soul undone body tied up in the basement
19 story fall off of this builiding, hit the pavement
i used to watch people die like that shit entertainment
now i close my eyes and see it all, feel like impaling

any fucking body put the razor to my body
and disembowel me
don't ask me no fucking question
it's not about me
new hoodie look like a transmog
yo lil hoe WoW me

i just step into the function, look like a bad dream
my lil homie act too chill i promise he just masking
if i take this sub2k out everyone get flattened
why this bih act like she knew me, that shit was back then

unpleasant

IT'S A REBELLIOUS WORLD WE LIVE IN

LYRICS:
I’m floating ‘round, 4 AMs,
Chilling out in Estate Ken’s.
That summer-spring collection just got bagged,
You’re still on the same trends.

I’m the same kid with the same friends,
Posted up in the same ends.
Riding ‘round in that A-Benz,
I’ve got VVS, you’ve got fake gems.

Lad, I burst through like a rhino,
Smoked out — no pyro.
Keep mask up on me face, kid, and it’s all black,
Gotta lie low.

Drugs white — albino,
If you know, then I know.
Where did all of that time go?
I see pyramids — no Cairo.

I’m bold, I’m eager,
She’s loving my demeanour.
I just did shrooms in Malibu,
And I’m seeing shit so clearer.

I’m an animal — hyena,
I was mean, but I just got meaner.
As a kid I always was a leader,
Achieve that shit, then I come back cleaner — I clean ya.

I’m the boy, I’m the boss,
I take all of the stock — I don’t care what it cost.
I put fire to crops,
Had to flip that rock, had an OZ. in me socks.

3.5 in me bills,
When I walk in the gaff, lad, I give man chills.
Two halves of the pills —
You’re never gonna see these bussdown grillz.

I’m the hardest out of this century,
These other man, they can’t step to me.
No handout, I give an extra fee —
I’m the male version of ecstasy.

Got a vendetta with the deputy,
No debt on me ‘cause you’re dead to me.
I’m walking ‘round with no weaponry,
And no little shit would try mess with me.

I’m floating ‘round, 4 AMs,
Chilling out in Estate Ken’s.
That summer-spring collection just got bagged,
You’re still on the same trends.

I’m the same kid with the same friends,
Posted up in the same ends.
Riding ‘round in that A-Benz,
I’ve got VVS, you’ve got fake gems like bahh.

Century

Can’t Pipe Down

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KeepLow (Produced. By Sim Fane)

Babyesko