Low Key
What can it be, mr low key baller, laid back cuttin up, hip hop scholar,
Hollar when you ready, we upsetting apple carts, enter in your hearts, we embrace and play the parts
Low key haters, won't you slide up off the pathway, I bathe in this crazy the vibe high tide
Waves come to sweep, people get up off they seats, the treats that I serve, keep em curve type bent
I convice honeys rapid, turn it round and slap it, the kind that make you swerve going crazy in the traffic
She over there laughing, her every angle graphic, the kind you couldn't drop, if studied photoshop
So picture what I tell ya, fellas yellin out the window, so I get the candles lit, we can chill maybe kindle
Spark a night to remember,ain't as limber as I was, I got to touch up my flex, cause you never know what's next
She perplexed at my casual, banter bout the town, after all,I'm the greatest rapper, they call me j brown
I like to sound regular, regulate the haters, them what got they hands all around the salt shakers
Fee fi fo, can you feed a po boy, I can knaw down a mic, whittle it fibers
The slang brang the nonsense, I drop and flip the concept, jumped up in a contest, i stomp and pound my chest
Press the button up, elevate and keep it tougher, crowd bouncing rubber like, the love the brother on the mic
My game dispoportionate, I'm avacadoed down, clown in situations, when I really should use patience
They playing on the patio, I'm jammin like an animal, man I'm just a character, you comin to america
King jubby jaf master, of the turntable craft niche, wish upon a dream, watch the seams, start to split
Yeah, much more, grace, turn that bass up loud, we about gettin busy, only need, to find the, entrance
I canrock it for the old, young adults and the infants, stir up in an instant, keep the groove reminicent
Kick your head back flaunt, when you run your marathon, birdies even sing, we ain't got no static cling
Gramma swining on the porch, we got marschmellows torched, runnin playing sports, like the life is a resort
Candid with the kinfolk, enjoy it while you can, man the steering wheel, when the things is hard to deal
I was born withthe skill, still I hone it and develop, now I'm looking out for checks, from my raps and its' effects
Careful where you license, they might go against your cause, but my overreaching law, show and prove, Im up to par
They gone test me for the truth, let the booth set example, I camp out in the rhythm,stay in synch with precision
The bottle poppin fizzle, I make it rain past drizzle, people say I'm pleasing, no matter what the season
They recognize game, spell my name all caps, it's like I'm shoutin out raps, ain't gone never give ya crap
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Low Key
What can it be, mr low key baller, laid back cuttin up, hip hop scholar,
Hollar when you ready, we upsetting apple carts, enter in your hearts, we embrace and play the parts
Low key haters, won't you slide up off the pathway, I bathe in this crazy the vibe high tide
Waves come to sweep, people get up off they seats, the treats that I serve, keep em curve type bent
I convice honeys rapid, turn it round and slap it, the kind that make you swerve going crazy in the traffic
She over there laughing, her every angle graphic, the kind you couldn't drop, if studied photoshop
So picture what I tell ya, fellas yellin out the window, so I get the candles lit, we can chill maybe kindle
Spark a night to remember,ain't as limber as I was, I got to touch up my flex, cause you never know what's next
She perplexed at my casual, banter bout the town, after all,I'm the greatest rapper, they call me j brown
I like to sound regular, regulate the haters, them what got they hands all around the salt shakers
Fee fi fo, can you feed a po boy, I can knaw down a mic, whittle it fibers
The slang brang the nonsense, I drop and flip the concept, jumped up in a contest, i stomp and pound my chest
Press the button up, elevate and keep it tougher, crowd bouncing rubber like, the love the brother on the mic
My game dispoportionate, I'm avacadoed down, clown in situations, when I really should use patience
They playing on the patio, I'm jammin like an animal, man I'm just a character, you comin to america
King jubby jaf master, of the turntable craft niche, wish upon a dream, watch the seams, start to split
Yeah, much more, grace, turn that bass up loud, we about gettin busy, only need, to find the, entrance
I canrock it for the old, young adults and the infants, stir up in an instant, keep the groove reminicent
Kick your head back flaunt, when you run your marathon, birdies even sing, we ain't got no static cling
Gramma swining on the porch, we got marschmellows torched, runnin playing sports, like the life is a resort
Candid with the kinfolk, enjoy it while you can, man the steering wheel, when the things is hard to deal
I was born withthe skill, still I hone it and develop, now I'm looking out for checks, from my raps and its' effects
Careful where you license, they might go against your cause, but my overreaching law, show and prove, Im up to par
They gone test me for the truth, let the booth set example, I camp out in the rhythm,stay in synch with precision
The bottle poppin fizzle, I make it rain past drizzle, people say I'm pleasing, no matter what the season
They recognize game, spell my name all caps, it's like I'm shoutin out raps, ain't gone never give ya crap
What can it be, mr low key baller, laid back cuttin up, hip hop scholar,
Hollar when you ready, we upsetting apple carts, enter in your hearts, we embrace and play the parts
Low key haters, won't you slide up off the pathway, I bathe in this crazy the vibe high tide
Waves come to sweep, people get up off they seats, the treats that I serve, keep em curve type bent
I convice honeys rapid, turn it round and slap it, the kind that make you swerve going crazy in the traffic
She over there laughing, her every angle graphic, the kind you couldn't drop, if studied photoshop
So picture what I tell ya, fellas yellin out the window, so I get the candles lit, we can chill maybe kindle
Spark a night to remember,ain't as limber as I was, I got to touch up my flex, cause you never know what's next
She perplexed at my casual, banter bout the town, after all,I'm the greatest rapper, they call me j brown
I like to sound regular, regulate the haters, them what got they hands all around the salt shakers
Fee fi fo, can you feed a po boy, I can knaw down a mic, whittle it fibers
The slang brang the nonsense, I drop and flip the concept, jumped up in a contest, i stomp and pound my chest
Press the button up, elevate and keep it tougher, crowd bouncing rubber like, the love the brother on the mic
My game dispoportionate, I'm avacadoed down, clown in situations, when I really should use patience
They playing on the patio, I'm jammin like an animal, man I'm just a character, you comin to america
King jubby jaf master, of the turntable craft niche, wish upon a dream, watch the seams, start to split
Yeah, much more, grace, turn that bass up loud, we about gettin busy, only need, to find the, entrance
I canrock it for the old, young adults and the infants, stir up in an instant, keep the groove reminicent
Kick your head back flaunt, when you run your marathon, birdies even sing, we ain't got no static cling
Gramma swining on the porch, we got marschmellows torched, runnin playing sports, like the life is a resort
Candid with the kinfolk, enjoy it while you can, man the steering wheel, when the things is hard to deal
I was born withthe skill, still I hone it and develop, now I'm looking out for checks, from my raps and its' effects
Careful where you license, they might go against your cause, but my overreaching law, show and prove, Im up to par
They gone test me for the truth, let the booth set example, I camp out in the rhythm,stay in synch with precision
The bottle poppin fizzle, I make it rain past drizzle, people say I'm pleasing, no matter what the season
They recognize game, spell my name all caps, it's like I'm shoutin out raps, ain't gone never give ya crap
Writer: Garrett Otto, Jonathan Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid