J-HAZE - Low Price lyrics

Fiends always asking for A favor Yea my guy You can get high When you have my paper When I send a bullet To a hater The future starts Looking odd likely Tylor the creator And Ya Wifey is a trader She at my crib on my Wifi cuzz she outta Data Boy I keep trays Like a waiter t Election time How I have you Running like the mayor Hope you pray to Ya Sava Hopin that he saves Ya The 45th big As the head on draya Never hear you a Again like fanTashia Still getting dope Shipped out From Malasha Now the bread Looking greater J got the ray on The glocc You in danger Saved by the bell And I talking about Tapanga Been sellin dope When u was playing Sega "For the low price" Hook For the low price Come threw the Strip You Tryna get rite We can shoot It out til the day light I ain't scared To die Cuz I know Christ