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Lay Low (feat. Swaves)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Songwriter
Gerald K Sheppard
Gerald K Sheppard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swaves
Swaves
Producer
MixedbyGWhite
MixedbyGWhite
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Had to lay low, you know this how this game go I had to lay low, you know this how this game go I had to lay low, you know this how this game go I had to lay low, you know this how the Out of gas, they ready to take em to charge Do this shit for OGs, that was weighing that hard Now they roaming them yards, show the young nigga how to get on Play the cut when it's hot, money don't like a loose squad Rarely speak, but when I do, it's straight drop Don't be wifing shit with mileage, when past creeps up, it be toxic Get you lane out the gossip And if it so happens that you god sent You know how the mosh pit third party then pop in Just know that they watchin' When they Rico up your whole squadron No features cause it's me and these rappers have nothing in common They switch colors like they Rodman Your bitch break a household up for this Johnson I hit that shit up with caution, pull up tothe trap bumpin' dolphin I had to lay low, too much pressure for my opps, watch em break slow Too much shine in my nest, watch her slang throat Too much heat on my name, had to lay low Too much pressure for my opps, watch em break slow I had to lay low, too much pressure for my opps, watch em break slow Too much shine on my neck, watch her slang throat Too much heat on my name, had to lay low Contract like a shooter's on the payroll Still count the same even if the pay slow You niggas funny money, all you niggas play dough I used to wish for better days just to make more Shout out my nigga Lay, treat him like Pedro I started from scratch like cheffing alfredo Niggas talkin' Rollie, icin' out the Seiko Nigga, case closed, you dealin' with the best So acknowledge it, school of hard knocks full ride on the scholarship One thing about the street code, I'ma honor it We had so much green, you would think we harvest it Get your money, nigga, but I'm low-key kinda pissed You think this shit a game, playin' with this rhymin' shit Start with an eighth of Caine, that'll get you kinda rich That's your state time that you gotta plot against I kick it for my niggas that startin' the next chapter Niggas in the feds callin' me the best rapper You get respect first, then you get a check after We turn your album on just to get the best laughter This ain't stand up, I'm on a mission just to get these bands up If you scared to make a dollar, lil' nigga, man up Seen dreams shatter like glass hittin' the canvas Outta sight, outta mind after they ran up I had to lay low Too much pressure for they eyes, watch em' break slow Too much shine on my neck, watch this flame throw Too much heat on my name, had to lay low Too much pressure for they eyes, watch em' break slow I had to lay low Too much pressure for my opps, watch em' break slow Too much shine on my neck, watch this flame throw Too much heat on my name, had to lay low
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