Low Profile

One two three four five Keepin' to myself, got a low profile Ain't been myself for a lil while So I gotta lock in, I gotta get dialed Stuck in my head, the old me is dead Gotta get up and make my bed First rule to discipline is that You gotta get up and do what you said Gotta be a man of your word or else you're nothing Been on my grind facing these tough, tough times In my mode like Goggins when I walk by They all just be talking, they bluffing Fear no rejection because I just came up from nothing Kinda funny how they be talking hate on me Got no other option Little butt hurt, you were put up for adoption Life ain't a game but you play it like it's Bop-It Fer's Stash, bitch, you can never cop it Stop at the bank, gotta make a deposit What you know about that? Only thing you know bout my check is that it's so fat Can't fit the cash in a bag Dr. Green thumb growing everything I eat Chemicals in everything, there's poison in the meat Won't listen to the government They tryna get control Got nanoplastics in the wheat Looking at some bread, 10 ingredients at least Only thing they want is for us to get disease Eat fast food, be a slave You workin' all your life, you still dirt cheap The truth will set you free Locked away, I need a key Hear me scream, let me be Hear me scream, bitch, let me be The truth will set you free Locked away, I need a key Hear me scream, let me be Hear me scream, bitch, let me be The truth will set you free Locked away, I need a key Hear me scream, let me be Hear me scream, bitch, let me be The truth will set you free Locked away, I need to breathe Ballin' on court niggas know that I'm scoring Where your G? I don't do all that talking He got hit without it and performed He shot at my mans, now his family mourning Y'all ain't bulletproof, better have you a vest Cause you know I'm a creep with the tech In the back of the back, he got hit in his chest That's just how it go, once you steppin' correct Smokin' and drinkin, that's just how I cope Well respected, they called me the Pope On the block, they was sellin' that dope They say they want static, can't handle the smoke Start from the bottom came up like I'm Jordan And the big body bitches are foreign This from my kids, so I'm puttin' my all in Talkin' that pain in the tracks, I'm recording, gang