Lowest of Lows (feat. Christyle & Sauce Walka)

Okay, okay, yeah, look Okay, I had to make it out of the lowest of lows I had to take a certain route cause the choices I chose I had to give myself credit when nobody did But how much credit can you give when you're hot as this Okay, I had to make it out of the lowest of lows I had to take a certain route cause the choices I chose I had to give myself credit when nobody did But how much credit can you give when you're hot as this I see niggas droppin' the ball like it's New Year's Day I know I came here for funds but I ain't come here to play How could I ever when they said I would never Niggas ain't hatin' enough, dawg, y'all gotta do better That shit is fuel to the fire, doin' what I desire I had to go save myself, who do you choose for your messiah I watched you phase in and phase out Most you niggas played out, created my own lane I made out, reinvented the wheel And kept it movin', forever chasin' this green And givin' niggas the blueprint Architectural digest, my progress I took more time with this music so now it's timeless And that can never be overstated, can never be overrated Pedal to the floor, I OJ it That type of drive gon' always get you somewhere Put all that bullshit aside and life can change in one year Okay, I had to make it out of the lowest of lows I had to take a certain route cause the choices I chose I had to give myself credit when nobody did But how much credit can you get when you hot as this Okay, I had to make it out of the lowest of lows I had to take a certain route cause the choices I chose I had to give myself credit when nobody did But how much credit can you get when you hot as this Stop, don't fuck around, I'm hot as a stove If I let niggas tell it, baby, it never gets told Shit, I dedicated my ceiling on top of these floors You still tryna figure out if the house is a home Baby, I set it in stone, the floor plans to demand Forty acres to shit with no toilet paper Committed as nosy neighbors insisting on how I cater My wrist is the better baker, it's all in the fucking flavor They all get the fucking vapors When the dreams don't equate to status These hoes gon' wanna judge more than Mathis They left me out to dry, the love I thought I needed ain't arrived Shit, I'm guessing it's just me, myself, and I So be it, that's three reasons that I vibrated my hiatus On low evenings, you know the summer never falls If you know seasons, niggas didn't expect Fuck with Mike Larry like Marcus Burnett Okay, I had to make it out the lowest of lows I had to take a certain route, cause the choices I chose I had to give myself credit when nobody did But how much credit can you get when you hot as this Okay, I had to make it out the lowest of lows I had to take a certain route, cause the choices I chose I had to give myself credit when nobody did But how much credit can you get when you hot as this Made it through the dangers Never took no handouts but had to work with strangers Really had to smile around demons full of anger No washing machine, clothes drying on the hanger Shirts getting washed in the sink by the banger Fuck being famous Famer had a DA and a judge on the raiments Cookies in the jar looking good, think you Amos Judge, put your neck up in the noose and try to hang it Yeah, I really made these diamonds out of dust Created meals out of crust Attacked by all the higher ups and still ain't got touched We driving Rolls Royce trucks but started on the bus Mama Died had to suck it up and get straight to the bucks Nobody give a fuck, that ain't they mama You ain't the only one in pain, we all having trauma I'm from a place so desperate, they'll rob at a McDonald's A city full of thieves, but it really ain't no honor