Michael Rafael - Low Key lyrics

Hit you with a lil mo dope, bag it up Pusha Man Posted up on that east coast Get a load of this hand I got like 7 aces on deck On top of 7 that i been droppin Gotta get it - let me win it Wit a pen, yea i sin, yeah we all do We ain't got a lot of options Yeah, i know this road This ocean Navigating nothing nice Noted Ima build this business Get a queen to hold this king Let me get my fortress This time ima put it all the way down I ain't got time for the small talk no more now Got a small axe that i gotta throw out I send this to my folks out - there Got a pair in the air, little liquor wit a soda Loud Yea, really..nah i need a minute Nah, i dont wana focus now I don't wana leave, no no I ain't get the goal yet Fck that gold, i don't need it Ima be so low key wit it Like E Sht gon sound like this note This note Yeah i been low key Like this note Baby won't you show me How low yo love be So, who wana bag..who wana bag You wana bag, you wana bag? You got a bag... sold Get busy with the vocals Shouts out Bizzy, gotta know where the ropes from & we all at a crossroads & we all know that we all change now Or it all goes down like any other empire That let its citizens down plenty of times I got a mind to be around them people levels ahead In a tribe with a 3rd eye... relative Kin to my people, got our differences But history been written since Business' took Trump Over humanity, sad as it sounds They'll gladly pa** out That lorazepam in that south Got that xanax fa yo man Another one to balance all that sht out I don peeped game for awhile now Dont let em' get you down, no no Get out, get up Get buck, get a buck Speak up, gon vote, stand up for leaders Be a man for ya people Understand the procedure Respect to the females What you mean they don't mean it? What you mean, you don' see it? Its all by design Nah, this ain't efficient Sht.... they could make that car last 40 years if they wanted to So, fck outta my face with all yo profit margins Sittin round figuring out ways to get over on you're people starving / ain't no honor Fck a audit Ain't no money in the sale All the money in the service System can't do nothing but fail Unless we find another purpose Turn this whole ship around... & i try to chill, but i accidentally do the most... Low Key