Low - Kyle McEvoy, EZZY, Michael Christmas

Two twenty sevens and an Arizona fucked my teeth up quick

I was in the back of English, miss Kim wasn’t trying to see my dick (no)

The good old days, selling ratchet notes, you know the good old plays

Get high and think of third grade, back in my judo days

Or karate, whatever it was they said I couldn’t stay

And I could act made but I start tripping back at school okay

No lame, I know, I am the best, around

Fuck credit, we ain’t supposed to be here or in debt

Real nigga inside out, it’s embedded

I wonder if he know that he a star, thinking I don’t see your being nosy in

your car

When I was a little nigga, life was bout the bars, now all I really care about

is

When I was a little nigga, life was bout the bars, now all I really care about

is

What do I really care about, cocoa pebbles and gold balls

Pulling up in a low low, better than in a stole-o

My October roll hoes, my hair look good in photos

But really though, a milli though, they love me like a billy yo

Don’t play with me like Mario or I turn into Wario

Don’t be lying nobody could check me on the bars I wrote

I really nerded out and they won’t see me as the aqua go

If I get to be the gopher, I get to barking hooo

Underdog, push on I ain’t scared of the fog

They say keep trucking and trusting, I keep carrying on

I’m Andy Kaufman with my characters

Jim Carrey and Mo, god prepared me to ball

Yeah god prepared me to ball

Fuck credit, we ain’t supposed to be here or in debt

Real nigga inside out, it’s embedded

I wonder if he know that he a star, thinking I don’t see your being nosy in

your car

When I was a little nigga, life was bout the bars, now all I really care about

is

When I was a little nigga, life was bout the bars, now all I really care about

is