LowLights

Hit a zed to get out all the Z's I've been the shit can't count all the fleas Been the shit that's a stench and a sneeze Been this lit can't help I'm a tease Can't help for the please, no hand outs Me and the Mac that's a band out Outlawed before I can stand out This flame too live to fan out Runway to small can't land out Guess I'll keep flying Red hoodie so we know she riding In the business so she knows she minding Standing on the edge so you know we grinding A game of seasons so you know I'm timing it all Rhyming till fall Rhyming to ball Climb from a crawl keep it straight to the rule As I'm stretching it out put it up on the wall On the bench now but I'm next for the call Yeah I'm destined for halls of fame when they call my name I don't switch I just mix up the reigns Said I'm the shit can't fix all the stains Need some heat for this when it rains No control when I cruise through the lanes Not in poll that's not me that's the lames One in the pile I'm in my own grain Yeah I'm in my own brain Painting my own scenes Been at this OD F*ck top five the only Lucks off time too holy Talking to G O D Moving on my doley Lowlights and it's low-key Soul too high to coldly Shirtless like Swae Lee I've been typing on the daily You can feel it through the brailling No more edge I've broke the railing Said I'm quiet when I'm taming Reel it in 'fore you start taking Keep it neater than the naming In all caps just like the naming You can see it bitch it's BAYLEY I've been quiet now it's straining Got the picture from the aiming From this window I've been paning And this canvas that I'm painting Just a couple strokes and it's murder like she wrote I've been missing all the tokes That don't mean I don't want no smoke Start a currency exchange I'm all of Yen Peaceful with the sentiment I'm all zen But I stay BTS shouts to MC Wren F*ck a legacy I'm empty then Psycho search for therapy in A bottle I throttle round the neck Run this shit like a headless check The green spews out food poisoning Demons falling back I'm avoiding them Just stay skipping till I trip, Climbin' out the dip like a soggy chip It's all about what What, what It's all about weight, look Step on the neck to the desk I'm the next called the best F*ck the rest I'm a stress For the net I detest you're a wreck And I'm all about fixes Food for thought and I'm serving up dishes Painting my own scenes Been at this OD F*ck top five the only Lucks off time too holy Talking to G O D Moving on my doley Lowlights and it's low-key Soul too high to coldly Lowlight and it's low-key Lowlights, lowlights and it's low-key Lowlight and it's low-key Lowlights, lowlights and it's low-key