Emilio Rojas - Low lyrics

[Hook] They say I'm too real for these f** boys And I'm too real for these hoes With a bad b**h with that good She getting low, aw yeah she getting low, low, low Hell yeah we getting low, low, low They say I'm too real for my city I'm too real with that flow And we be in that Audi getting low Aw yeah we getting low, low, low Hell yeah we getting low, low, low We getting, we getting low [Verse One: Emilio Rojas] I'm not a god, somebody lied, I got apostles in the car And they all are willing to ride, we uptown around Dyckman Riding around with them dyke chicks and they both bad And they both mad because usually they don't like dick I'm in a Brietling with no bling ‘cause diamonds ain't my thing And the chick I wipe down, I won't wife now Now that b**h don't get no ring, I'm the Jefe And I live in the city the Jets claim I was always a fan of the Knicks so I never be sitting And watching the Nets game, the best thing in the city except Jay My middle finger been touching my ring finger There's a thin line for love and hate My father left when I was young and made my mother wait That filled me up with hunger, now I don't eat till mother straight While y'all been spending money on them colleges We bought so many bottles, we could piss away a scholarship My money loud, that's why them b**hes get to hollering It's quiet if it isn't bringing dollars in [Hook] [Verse Two: Emilio Rojas] And my day job is that night life, I got no shame, I got no regrets I never gave a f** about hindsight and play no games It's still my life, we'll be rolling around like a highlight And I roll around with them lowlifes and we all are living that high life Riding around in that V, hiding a pound in my jeans Getting the women you wishing you hitting And then I be sliding them down to they knees, I am the one Razor blade under the tongue, never would talk to the judge Up in the Roc to get in the hospital Where the doctors pumping my lungs (pumping my lungs) And I never gotta show and prove, I show improvement And my crew is like a f**ing GPS, we showing movement, right? Too busy making decisions to make excuses If nobody tryna use you, that prove to me that you useless I'm my own f**ing business, homie, I pay myself I don't ever choose ‘cause hard decisions tend to make themselves If you hate on me now, it's ‘cause you hate yourself All I ever follow is the paper trail [Hook]