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Keep low, cheat code

In this game do it exist, free throws

Winter hit too soon where’d that heat go

Get up in that booth let that heat flow

Feel like i’m getting looked at through a peephole

Am I in the zoo or i’m in the Louvre, like

I ain’t really wanna preach though

I guess I just gotta do what I gotta do

Stay grounded, stay pounding

Your homies that stay round ya stay rowdy

Pray, that’s how you was raised, stay bout it

But stay open to the age, the days counted

Decades made centuries I made fountains

Shit was meant to be I’ll stay drought-ed

Ain’t no buttons you could tap to get the (?) way round it

Pree those cheat codes straight playground shit

Just a dun half illiterate

Who spun out, started kicking shit

Now I’m young, smacked, and ridiculous

I’m drunk sex with particular

When it comes to fun facts in the literature

Whatever you call will come out your dumb mouth you spittin' up You talk that

bullshit, I talk at pulpits

You know I do this, while you playing games I’m playing music

It ain’t Liberty City, it’s N-Y

It ain’t San Andreas, it’s L-A

It ain’t Vice City, that’s M-I

Holla if you feeling what I’m tryna say

Keep low, cheat code

In this game do it exist, free throws

Winter hit too soon where’d that heat go

Get up in that booth let that heat flow

Feel like I’m getting looked at through a peephole

Am I in the zoo or I’m in the Louvre, like

I ain’t really wanna preach though

I guess I gotta do what I gotta do

What you need, dough

Freak hoes giving deep throat

Need more, want the cheat code

Need, no, go beast mode

They say I’m rather coy but I’m poised

Didn’t dabble when I rapped, didn’t have a choice

It’s the Apple boy

If I snapped old heads said «that a boy»

Never battle moist

They feeling me, Achilles be travelling to Troy

Don’t get rattled Roy

There’s a lotta grief, lotta joy

Sometimes all you see plots and ploys

All types of fuckers tryna stop ya boy

Could be ya boy, could be some bop offering top

Could be the cops or boys, Officer McCoy

Fucker, used to stutter but I wanted butter

Couldn’t mutter, had to use my voice

Used to not be if you rap, but if what you wrote was toy

Ya gotta make noise, oi!

Look, I been across the world and I hurled

So chill, to all the boys and girls

Keep low, cheat code

In this game do it exist, free throws

Winter hit too soon where’d that heat go

Get up in that booth let that heat flow

Feel like I’m getting looked at through a peephole

Am I in the zoo or I’m in the Louvre, like

I ain’t really wanna preach though

I guess I gotta do what I gotta do

What you need, dough

Freak hoes giving deep throat

Need more, want the cheat code

Need, no, go beast mode