On the Low - Haviah Mighty

We chill in the condo

He roll it legato, we tokin' on auto

He live in Toronto

He socially follow the places we go when we drinking Moscato

And shining a beam on the day

Minors and teens on the way

Trees gon sedate

This night is for oui en francais

Buzzin — we been in vibrato

We whipping, no wallow

I know it’s a difficult vision to follow

My thing is bravado

I’m spittin' so calm but

They literally swallow

But I am the seed of the grape

Try it with me, I’m your grave

See who’s in pain — I tie it and leave in the braid

It won’t be us — we are a unit, no housing

Not the ones you should be doubting

You say you feeling 100

Know that we chillin one thousand

Homie my sound never clouded

You ain’t hard you the snow that I’m plowing

Imma explore the Safari

With my bars that be chrome like the browser

Wanted me on your team when I wasn’t

Boss, you know it’s my steez you in love with

I’m all for the green like a budet

Just tell 'em that I took the G from ya budget

And I feel you, I do, but I’m solo

Shit is real, I’m with you and im vocal

But I’m free and I’m doing me also

I’m making my rounds like an Oval

Know my buttons and you press em' on the low

In your truck and in your bed and on the floor

We just fucking but I bet you wanted more

The problem is this

That’s not what this is

Know my buttons and you press em' on the low

In your truck and in your bed and on the floor

We just fucking but I bet you wanted more

The problem with that

Is I don’t want that

You fantasizing but imma be free

Who else gon' satisfy all of these beats

Who else gon' advertise dope instrumentals

You still a paradise, know that you special

But know it’s essential to roll with the punches

Know what this was, you can’t hold me to nothing

They thinking I’m Wiggins like Mo-G or something

They see I’m winning, they cozy as fuck

And see, this is why I keep it moving

No time to be stagnant, and sorry that represents you

Somebody told me stop wasting my time

Sorry to say but I guess he meant you

All of my paper should buy me new things

Not Holidays, vacays and buying you gifts

I got a message that needs to be saved

I still got records that need to be played

Know my buttons and you press em' on the low

In your truck and in your bed and on the floor

We just fucking but I bet you wanted more

The problem is this

That’s not what this is

Know my buttons and you press em' on the low

In your truck and in your bed and on the floor

We just fucking but I bet you wanted more

The problem with that

Is I don’t want that

My bad, sorry x3

My bad

My bad, sorry x3