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letra de problem - low gravity

low gravity, b-tch

[hook 2x]
started with a dream now we out here making guala
chillin’ with my team, now these b-tches wanna follow
said i’m all about my cream, but it started with a dollar
had a million dollar scheme now they saying we a problem

[tongel]:
million dollar schemes graduated to billion dollar dreams
with a condo out in south beach so serving all the fiends
i’m a problem, meeting with the devil and i robbed him
had to save my city like its motherf-ckin’ gotham
been serving the dope cause i’m allergic to broke
i had house and car payments, i’m conserving the dough
learning the ropes of this silly little game called life
like if we f-ck that don’t mean you can stay all night
play off nights, heat against the pacers
i remember walking down my street with just a razor
now my heat cold as a glacier
bullets headed for your cranium
talking all that sh-t you could clapped just like a stadium
work it out like gymnasium
’bout to blow like uranium
smoking with a couple bad b-tches in my atrium
started with a dream and it turned to a reality
but what i make in one show i could pay your salary

[hook 2x]
started with a dream, now we out here making guala
chillin’ with my team, now these b-tches wanna follow
said i’m all about my cream, but it started with a dollar
had a million dollar scheme now they saying we a problem

[carson weekly]:
check, i let go, the sweat shows, i wreck shows
million dollar dreams so i don’t need no f-cking rest ho
started from the bottom getting guala from the get go
started with a dollar, sh-t, you know how the rest goes
i’m reckless, i keep two tecs up in my lexus
don’t stress sh-t, f-ck it rep my city like a necklace
and life’s fast and death comes sooner than expected
matter fact my life could be taken at any second
‘cause i’m rollin’ up with my top back, like f-ck the world with a copped sack
i’m going 95 on 95, my 95 make me wanna c-ck it back
and squeeze
but yo the low won’t let me pull the trigger
he told me son i got some plans you gon’ be pulling figures
so f-ck it i’m gon’ be spitting till my last breath
cause me and tongel got more problems than a math test
i roll my feelings up and leave ‘em in the past tense
i left the trap picked up the mic and ain’t been back since

- low gravity

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