Low Gravity - Problem lyrics

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Low Gravity - Problem lyrics

Low gravity, b**h [Hook 2x] Started with a dream now we out here making guala Chillin' with my team, now these b**hes 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**in' 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** 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** you could clapped just like a stadium Work it out like gymnasium 'Bout to blow like uranium Smoking with a couple bad b**hes 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**hes 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**ing rest ho Started from the bottom getting guala from the get go Started with a dollar, sh**, you know how the rest goes I'm reckless, I keep two tecs up in my Lexus Don't stress sh**, f** it rep my city like a necklace And life's fast and d**h 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** the world with a copped sack I'm Going 95 on 95, my 95 make me wanna co*k 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** 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 [Hook 2x] Started with a dream now we out here making guala Chillin' with my team, now these b**hes 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

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