On the Low - Bizzle

I could have told you never love a chick

Made it sound tougher

Just to bust her down and cut a chick

Bunch of hits

Calling you a sucker if you cuff her

So you went and stuck your bun up in the oven of another chick

Now you got a couple kids

By a couple of chicks

Got them papers

Now you up against the government

You ain’t want the covenant

But now look at the one you in

Now they cuffing you and it don’t matter if you cuffing them

How imma tell you get it popping with a ton of chicks?

Then have a problem when it ain’t no fathers in a bunch of cribs?

You say I sound like a hater

But what’s funny is

If I’m a hater, what I’m 'posed to tell you if I love you then?

I just wanna see you go

I just wanna see you grow

Wanna see you hit your goals

But if you never knew love before

I could see how you be thinking I be hating on the low

On the low (on the low)

If they never knew love

They can hate you on the low (on the low)

What if what you call love’s really hating on the low?

I could have told you let that chopper loose

Man that’s his fault, «he should be watching who he talking to»

Gassing you to mash him like «That's how you let him talk to you?!»

Then sat up in my mansion with the fam

While they was locking you

Ain’t nobody locked with you

The squad that you was on

Don’t keep a dollar on the phone

So you can’t even put no holler through

Swear to God they rock with you

Same kind of dude that made you feel soft

In keeping your cool like you oughta do

Alot of dudes’ll try to pull the devil out of you

I promise you

I’m just trying to speak to the God in you

And they gone tell you I’m a hater

But what’s funny is

If I’m a hater, what I’m 'posed to tell you if I love you then?

I just wanna see you go

I just wanna see you grow

Wanna see you hit your goals

But if you never knew love before

I could see how you be thinking I be hating on the low

On the low (on the low)

If they never knew love

They can hate you on the low (on the low)

What if what you call love’s really hating on the low?

I could have told you «you was broke»

Partner please

Know if you ain’t rocking these, you a joke

Guapanese, only language I can speak, is you slow?

Follow me, I’m what you should try to be, you should go

Get your hands on a brick, whether weed or some coke

White or green, they either hit the trees or the slopes

But for the love of money and the greed, sell em both

And while you in the mood to sell, sell your dreams and your hopes

What if I just wanna see people grow

And I believe if you ain’t planted in Jesus you won’t

And if that makes me a hater

What’s funny is

I don’t know what I’m 'posed to tell you if I love you then?

I just wanna see you go

I just wanna see you grow

Wanna see you hit your goals

But if you never knew love before

I could see how you be thinking I be hating on the low

On the low (on the low)

If they never knew love

They can hate you on the low (on the low)

What if what you call love’s really hating on the low?