Servin' It Freestyle - Alex Wiley, Low Gravity

The whole world’s turning backwards

As I burn my Backwoods

Still never turned a tassel

Can’t die till I earn a statue

No, No

I feel like smoking doja

I always feel like smoking doja

I never seem to have a lighter though

Aw man fuck it then

Light the stove up

Consistently I’m willing to do

Like Mr. T

I pity the fool that mentions me

Fixing the price

This shit too sweet

The listen is nice

Is it just me

It’s meant to be

Y’all waiting on my shit like Christmas Eve

I realign everything mentally

And everything I put receives censory

I’m counting up

Every single blessing He sent for me

So we…

Serving it, serving it, serving it

We just keep serving it, serving it, serving it (x4)

Can’t slow me down

Foot duct taped to the gas

Move straight to the cash

Move base of the weed

Eight days of the week

Make way for the G’s

Imma pray for the rejects

Been a G since my C-Section

See keys in my reflection

Keep trees in my jeans

QP’s it’s a reflex son

Caught a case like a reception but it’s all good

I’m back with the pack again

Matte black while im stackin' M’s

Loose with the lingo

Goose and the gringo

Move like a king on acid, damn

Sleep when I’m not serving

Got word of the cops, on my block swerving

Sold all the dope that I copped perfect

And a hearse if I’m not serving that means we

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