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down low pt. 3 - l.o.m.d lyrics

i welcome you to the bas-m-nt
upstairs you can see the dreams we’re chasing
right now our money ain’t even pencil shavings
we all tryna get the glory, the whips, the chains
at the same time we all tryna stay sane
these days no one’s the same once they hit fame
but become the same because everyone’s afraid to make change
out of fear of making big bucks back to making change
when you start doing good everybody changes
in 5 days, my best friend became the perfect stranger
who cares right now i’m buzzing
ever seen your old girl become your cousin
really most of these rappers are a dime a dozen
they all rhyme for nothing, just staring in the camera mean mugging
for the glory, the whips, the chains
so let this chorus stain your brain

i’ve dissed friends and family
for the glory, the whips, and the chains
is it worth it?
dog i ain’t perfect, but i aim to perfect these flows
and bring home the gold
to this city i roam, i dissed it on the last ep
but i love all these white people, i’m sorry
i guess this is an apology to anyone who is hearing me
i sold y’all out
for the women, clothes, and my pay see
i’mma need you all to jump like swayze
i’m tryna get on a world tour, with carly rae jepsen calling me baby
so i can call her maybe and we can rock like jay z
or rak in the 80’s
i’m headed on this voyage to fame
then maybe i can get the glory, the whips, the chains

(beat change)

vehemently run through southern emcees like hurricane hugo
scr-ping the sky like manute bol, touching down over these pseudo artists
live my life uncharted, this is not for the weak-hearted
l.o.m.d is the king and it’s been that way from the get-go
heavy metal, pedaling on instrumentals
they tryna dim me down, but i’m charged up like toretto
my reign ain’t connected with bezels, rhymes are timeless
i’m the south’s finest
southern hospitality, k!lling y’all with kindness
y’all bring violence to cure the silence
they got sirens to cure the violence
it seems like everyone got a yellow belly or is spineless
mindless, can’t find us in the haze
not smoke, it’s the rappers we blazed
my ent-ty, lead the l.o.m.d mvp to end up on your mp3
perfected with chemistry, effortlessly flowing over heavy beats
you saw what happens when i hit it aggressively
like mr. marcus, rocking the crowd know your role
a comfortable defeat like dr. scholls

- l o m d lyrics

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