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so low - #0to1000 (Victory Lap) Lyrics



so low - #0to1000 (Victory Lap) Lyrics




Who else is on that chill shit
Raise your hand, my dude, you get drilled quick
Swish gets drilled when the wrist go flick
Buzzer beater, sick demeanor
No ones cleaner than the click

No chill but that bottles on ice
Cork popped tape dropped and we played it twice
Bumpin through the night
F*ckin feeling fantastic
Then the check came
And they forgot their plastics

Blasted
Ballin till the end
Fanatic
Tragic
Untamed with the magic
Elastic
Snaps back faded classic
Yo girl still twerkin over there
Racheeettt

And here comes the clank
Posted up in the paint
All I bring is pain
Looking at a king
Better let me be frank
You can file a complaint
But it won't stop this reign

Better leave me alone bruh
Go back home brah
F*ck you, and your whole zone bruh
Don't even talk to me boi
You look like a muh F*ckin uhhhh

Better recognize
I go from cornbread, oh lawd to attracting flies
Scared of whats next
You stuck motionless
Ever since I entered the scene
Theres no mo hope in this

You hopeless
Lost the moment I wrote it
Your focus
Doesn't seem to have a motive
My flow? raining fire n locus
What that mean?
I bring the plague like Moses

Damn
How should I break the news
This boys crew is rockin to me too
I'm sorry you sorry accept the apology
Shit even if you didn't It don't bother me

Gripping on the microphone
My mind in a zone
Sweating hard work, bottle it up and sell it as cologne
Spray it in a haters face like a can of mace
If your crew was Elmer's glue you ain't keep with this pace

Shit if we were running a lap
Of raps the Mic jack relapse with each lap I attack
Bag back I got a bad back
But it's ok
Cus I got them dens in my kool-aid
People watch the kid like a movie
Ladies love the kid like cool J

Not all of them
But my mama though
She don't understand the rhymes
But she loves me so

Imma be an artist
Regardless
If people think my lyrics aren't the truth or the hardest
Show me who the boss is
Tell me does he really think other rappers are flawless

Pause kid

They ain't baring crosses
Let him know my lyrics stick in they mouth like da floss is
Bleeding gumps Murphy
Rest in peace in coffins
Saxophone player playing
Swing dancing, basket tosses

I'll catch your attention like Randy Moss is
Either 81 or 18
Solo stays in between
You and your team
Like mean Joe you know my flow is related to green

My flow be clean, my flow be a dream
Imagining things, like my name in lights, Yo that gleams
I just know I gotta make it
Can't really fake it
Even if I'm scared that folks won't give it a shot and replay it,

Lyrics too strong, to complicated
They want that basic
But basically that will make me complacent
And I ain't never been the type of person that was Ok with

The "just to get by"
The just to get high
I don't need a green gift
Or a purp piff
I don't need any of that just to get a lift
That's the diff
From me, and this whole generation
They use weed to inspire
Id rather use inspiration
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Who else is on that chill shit
Raise your hand, my dude, you get drilled quick
Swish gets drilled when the wrist go flick
Buzzer beater, sick demeanor
No ones cleaner than the click

No chill but that bottles on ice
Cork popped tape dropped and we played it twice
Bumpin through the night
F*ckin feeling fantastic
Then the check came
And they forgot their plastics

Blasted
Ballin till the end
Fanatic
Tragic
Untamed with the magic
Elastic
Snaps back faded classic
Yo girl still twerkin over there
Racheeettt

And here comes the clank
Posted up in the paint
All I bring is pain
Looking at a king
Better let me be frank
You can file a complaint
But it won't stop this reign

Better leave me alone bruh
Go back home brah
F*ck you, and your whole zone bruh
Don't even talk to me boi
You look like a muh F*ckin uhhhh

Better recognize
I go from cornbread, oh lawd to attracting flies
Scared of whats next
You stuck motionless
Ever since I entered the scene
Theres no mo hope in this

You hopeless
Lost the moment I wrote it
Your focus
Doesn't seem to have a motive
My flow? raining fire n locus
What that mean?
I bring the plague like Moses

Damn
How should I break the news
This boys crew is rockin to me too
I'm sorry you sorry accept the apology
Shit even if you didn't It don't bother me

Gripping on the microphone
My mind in a zone
Sweating hard work, bottle it up and sell it as cologne
Spray it in a haters face like a can of mace
If your crew was Elmer's glue you ain't keep with this pace

Shit if we were running a lap
Of raps the Mic jack relapse with each lap I attack
Bag back I got a bad back
But it's ok
Cus I got them dens in my kool-aid
People watch the kid like a movie
Ladies love the kid like cool J

Not all of them
But my mama though
She don't understand the rhymes
But she loves me so

Imma be an artist
Regardless
If people think my lyrics aren't the truth or the hardest
Show me who the boss is
Tell me does he really think other rappers are flawless

Pause kid

They ain't baring crosses
Let him know my lyrics stick in they mouth like da floss is
Bleeding gumps Murphy
Rest in peace in coffins
Saxophone player playing
Swing dancing, basket tosses

I'll catch your attention like Randy Moss is
Either 81 or 18
Solo stays in between
You and your team
Like mean Joe you know my flow is related to green

My flow be clean, my flow be a dream
Imagining things, like my name in lights, Yo that gleams
I just know I gotta make it
Can't really fake it
Even if I'm scared that folks won't give it a shot and replay it,

Lyrics too strong, to complicated
They want that basic
But basically that will make me complacent
And I ain't never been the type of person that was Ok with

The "just to get by"
The just to get high
I don't need a green gift
Or a purp piff
I don't need any of that just to get a lift
That's the diff
From me, and this whole generation
They use weed to inspire
Id rather use inspiration
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Writer: Solomon Cruz
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 5:28
Written by: Solomon Cruz

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