Low

[Verse 1]
Two twenty sevens and an Arizona fucked my teeth up quick
I was in the back of English, miss Kim wasn't trying to see my dick (no)
The good old days, selling ratchet notes, you know the good old plays
Get high and think of third grade, back in my judo days
Or karate, whatever it was they said I couldn’t stay
And I could act made but I start tripping back at school okay
No lame, I know, I am the best, around
Fuck credit, we ain't supposed to be here or in debt
Real nigga inside out, it's embedded
I wonder if he know that he a star, thinking I don’t see your being nosy in your car

[Hook]
When I was a little nigga, life was bout the bars, now all I really care about is
When I was a little nigga, life was bout the bars, now all I really care about is

[Verse 2]
What do I really care about, cocoa pebbles and gold balls
Pulling up in a low low, better than in a stole-o
My October roll hoes, my hair look good in photos
But really though, a milli though, they love me like a billy yo
Don't play with me like Mario or I turn into Wario
Don't be lying nobody could check me on the bars I wrote
I really nerded out and they won't see me as the aqua go
If I get to be the gopher, I get to barking hooo
Underdog, push on I ain't scared of the fog
They say keep trucking and trusting, I keep carrying on
I'm Andy Kaufman with my characters
Jim Carrey and Mo, god prepared me to ball
Yeah god prepared me to ball
Fuck credit, we ain't supposed to be here or in debt
Real nigga inside out, it's embedded
I wonder if he know that he a star, thinking I don’t see your being nosy in your car

[Outro]
When I was a little nigga, life was bout the bars, now all I really care about is
When I was a little nigga, life was bout the bars, now all I really care about is