Chris Collins - Down Low Pt. 2 lyrics

This'll only take a second, my city won't support me so I will never rep it Y'all rappers is losing weight like Sherri Shepard, don't let a rough cat spot you like leopards Because either you'll be their leotard, or get rid of you in seconds They repping with weapons, and have you discovering that life is not long enough to be wasted, Columbus Short have you stepping Ha but seriously adolescents best friends with Smith and Wesson's And got leatherheads for protections I'm professing, my progression from last year, in my profession, kid strapped to my backpack like Ness and I got y'all guessing if I can make it towards being legend I don't know but I will hitch a plan to stay away from those girls standing around doors Who only come towards if you found dough These days cats ignore the facts of social means and leave pens and use swords Well real men don't want no war Tools play their way into danger like we on Toy Story I want the galore of awards But what's the use if y'all don't get the morale (Hook) Local, dreams of going global Perfect these vocals Blow up and leave the game looking like Chernobyl Flow like water out the blowhole This ain't a story of making it out the struggle All y'all need is to do is put me on repeat My goal is on the gold Watch me unfold on top these beats Cats move with negligence, if life was a game, most of the world would be CPU's Artificial intelligence is irrelevant, so like Capital Steez I snuck in the room like an elephant You can't hide the truth and that's evident Dead presidents to replace homies and cure the deficit Stay honest, when I write my rhymes When we judge my lyrical mind, I'm in a barren world like Nine Haters benign, y'all cut for bieber and copy my shine And they wonder what's the word, word No it ain't the bird, bird Keep it moving like a verb, herbs never touch them Girls never love or trust em, teens all we got is lust Fishing for these chicks to get up in the guts Shutdown, Scottie Pippen, my lines they sniffing These so-called artists got rhythm on the milkbox missing Never could do 9 to 5 or burger flipping Instead ascend like Josh Smith and these radio actors straight jokes like Peter Griffin (Hook)