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letra de down low pt. 2 - l.o.m.d

this’ll only take a second, my city won’t support me so i will never rep it
y’all rappers is losing weight like sherri shepard, don’t let a rough cat spot you like leopards
because either you’ll be their leotard, or get rid of you in seconds
they repping with weapons, and have you discovering that life is not long enough to be wasted, columbus short have you stepping
ha but seriously adolescents best friends with smith and wesson’s
and got leatherheads for protections
i’m professing, my progression from last year, in my profession, kid strapped to my backpack like ness and
i got y’all guessing if i can make it towards being legend
i don’t know but i will hitch a plan to stay away from those girls standing around doors
who only come towards if you found dough
these days cats ignore the facts of social means and leave pens and use swords
well real men don’t want no war
tools play their way into danger like we on toy story
i want the galore of awards
but what’s the use if y’all don’t get the morale

(hook)
local, dreams of going global
perfect these vocals
blow up and leave the game looking like chern0byl
flow like water out the blowhole
this ain’t a story of making it out the struggle
all y’all need is to do is put me on repeat
my goal is on the gold
watch me unfold on top these beats

cats move with negligence, if life was a game, most of the world would be cpu’s
artificial intelligence is irrelevant, so like capital st–z i snuck in the room like an elephant
you can’t hide the truth and that’s evident
dead presidents to replace homies and cure the deficit
stay honest, when i write my rhymes
when we judge my lyrical mind, i’m in a barren world like nine
haters benign, y’all cut for bieber and copy my shine
and they wonder what’s the word, word
no it ain’t the bird, bird
keep it moving like a verb, herbs never touch them
girls never love or trust em, teens all we got is l-st
fishing for these chicks to get up in the guts
shutdown, scottie pippen, my lines they sniffing
these so-called artists got rhythm on the milkbox missing
never could do 9 to 5 or burger flipping
instead ascend like josh smith and these radio actors straight jokes like peter griffin
(hook)

- l o m d

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