Low Lids - Man Down

〈intro〉
Ay, ay
Bitch i put up with that pole
(bitch i put up with that pole)
Yeah, yeah

〈verse〉
I pulled the blam out
Bystander pulled his cam out
I send a couple shots
Cause 'em screaming man down
Oxy's ain't been hitting right
I think i'll shoot the black now
I pull up to the function
Pop a xanax t'll i pass out
Ay, check my motherfucking stylo
Used to cop the grams
But now we dabbing on the kilo
Window pirates hitting 〈.?.〉
Captain at the people
I really like these drugs
But i just don't like all the people
Yuh, they say i walk with a limp
You think i'm soft and you ain't know me in the days i just to flip
We just shipped another package and we got a package in
I ain't greedy with my pack
I am burning 100s with my friends
Cast another line
And then we 〈.?.〉 the paper in
Dirty burners in the basement that the bodies buried in
And my arms can't hold up all these pounds that i done carried in
Word to all my plug but i might run up on caucasian kin
Smoking out the zip is what i'm on
You probably blaze the miss
Got your 〈.?.〉 in the clip
〈.?.〉 pimp and take your friends high
Yeah, i'm a motherfucking dope boy
Don't hit my pack you just might choke
Don't want no smoke, boy
Don't want no smoke, boy
Stacking for my kid
'cause i'll make sure there ain't no wool toys
Pulled up in an uber
But next year i'll whip the rolls-royce
Ay, ay, ay
I'm just a kid with a dream
But i'm still haunted by the demons that been swimming in my lean
And my blood begins to boil
Spouting blisters where i bleed
And i take too many pills
'cause i can't ever sleep bitch, bitch, bitch
〈outro〉
Hah, hah, yah, yah
Bitch i put up with that pole ay, ay, ay
You fuck around and get shot ay, ay, ay