Hopsin – Lowkey (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “Lowkey” / Hopsin

Stuntin’ like a maniac, in the strip club blowin’ 80 racks
(n**ga I’m too lowkey for that)
Stuntin’ like a maniac, in the streets n**ga where the ladies at
(I’m way too lowkey for that)

Stuntin’ like a maniac, ask n**gas, b**ch
I got my paper stacked
(I’m too lowkey for that)
Yeah stuntin’ like a maniac all day
(Somebody better let ’em know)

(I’m too lowkey for that)
N**gas on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the h*es the cash flow
(n**ga I’m too lowkey for that)
My foot is on the gas though
Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho

(I’m not too lowkey for that)
N**ga, I just do what it does
What’s up, what it do (what’s up, what it do)
You blowin’ all your money on the h*es and the cars, bro
It’s all dope, but we all know
(n**ga I’m too lowkey for that)

I’ll admit my last few years have been kinda rusty
Have I been beatin’ myself up In my mind I must be
I slowed down, watchin’ my peers as they rise above me
‘Cause rap’s a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee

These times are ugly
I’m close to my midlife, the crisis hunts me
Calm on the surface but inside I’m grumpy
If I was comfy, I’d say f**k rap because life is complete
Surprise I’m hungry, rappers lookin’ like fries and lunch meat

Damn you got the h*es, you got a grill, you makin’ mills huh
When you be flexin’ you lookin’ so icy that I get the chills son
I seen you pull up in your whip and you stopped
But somehow the wheels spun
Who is the plug for the drugs
Tell me where you get the pills from

I heard you came from the real slums
What the f**k you gon’ do when your deal’s done
N**ga the day that you fizzle out will come
If you think it ain’t comin’ you’re real dumb
That ain’t a bag you made off your talent
That is a label allowance
And we gon’ see in the end if you really could pay off the balance

(I’m too lowkey for that)
N**gas on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the h*es the cash flow
(n**ga I’m too lowkey for that)
My foot is on the gas though
Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho

(I’m not too lowkey for that)
N**ga I just do what it does
What’s up, what it do (what’s up, what it do)
You blowin’ all your money on the h*es and the cars, bro
It’s all dope, but we all know
(n**ga I’m too lowkey for that)

I could care less about expensive gold chains
I’m gettin’ mo’ praise from spittin’ propane
B**ch this is no game
I don’t f**k with h*es who hang with rappers and want fame
F**k the swaggy s**t now I’m livin’ like it’s the old days

So pack your bags, you had your chance
This might be the avalanche that wipes it up
I’m back to rockin’ baggy pants and wife beaters
B**ch your time is up
This my master plan and lightning struck
Don’t get caught in fires that my ashy hands is writin’ up

Been had the f**kin’ game on lock
Been had my pesos copped
Been plottin’ deeply tryna take your spot
I can’t erase those thoughts
My drive is somethin’ that these fakes don’t got
Their vision blurry tryna chase those thots

You tryna do it independent but you ain’t no Hop
The indie valedictorian, b**ch, my grades don’t drop
Quit tryna move me versuri.online
Beast mode is where my mind is usually
Y’all focused on Louis Vuitton and Gucci, I told you

(I’m too lowkey for that)
N**gas on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the h*es the cash flow
(n**ga I’m too lowkey for that)
My foot is on the gas though
Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho

(I’m not too lowkey for that)
N**ga I just do what it does
What’s up, what it do (what’s up, what it do)
You’re blowin’ all your money on the h*es and the cars, bro
It’s all dope, but we all know
(n**ga I’m too lowkey for that)

N**ga I’m too lowkey for that
I’m way too lowkey for that
N**ga I’m too lowkey for that
N**ga I’m too lowkey for that…

➤ Written by ​Hopsin
Produced by Hopsin
Hopsin 2018

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