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lay low - b.rob lyrics

in my city tryna lay low
past couple months i couldn’t tell you where the days go
in the clubs popping bottles the streets paid for
my main hoe keep the pace slow on my say so
all summer, gyal fi get knock down
streets fi get lock down
i’m in the 2 door coupe i took the top down
she want mess with a n*gga because i popped now
baby go head and drop down
we just put a hundred in the sky
first class flights to dubai
we made it this far cause we tried
me and all my bruddas we tied
i ride for my side, i’d die for my guys
might not make it
need all these long nights to start paying
i tell my n*ggas in the street to stay patiеnt
i’m just out here tryna re pay thеm
all the plays that they gave me and i lay’d em
i thank the lord for the trouble i been saved from
all the bread that we’ve spent on vacation
now i’m out the city while the haters stay hating
this point of my life is something like a transitional phase
hustling looking for additional pay
buddah and tex preaching bout traditional trades
while my n*ggas hitting them block for them mineral plays
i went from having b*tches for days
now the lady i’m in love with got traditional ways
and all these old hoes just additional weight
i learned it’s not about the game
it’s about the sh*t that you say
just like it’s not about the bread
it’s about the flips that you make
pedal to the floor it’s all gas no breaks
i hit the gas till it breaks
i turn my back and they hate
i put in pain but this sh*t was all fate
the love was all fake
i made a hunnid of hate
i see my dogs i’m tryna put some food on they plate
make sure my people all safe
and they pockets is straight
est run the place
no need to explain, for real
might not make it
need all these long nights to start paying
i tell my n*ggas in the street to stay patient
i’m just out here tryna re pay them
all the plays that they gave me and i lay’d em
i thank the lord for the trouble i been saved from
all the bread that we’ve spent on vacation
now i’m out the city while the haters stay hating

- b rob lyrics

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