Low

[Hook: Rawz Artilla]
I'm in the whip with my seat down low
Hat down low, everything low
I tell them this is how it goes
Weed smoke got my eyes all low
This is how I roll (this is how I roll)
This is how I roll (just in case you didn't know)
Tell them this is how I roll
This is how I roll, I'm in a whip with my seat down low

[Verse 1: Rawz Artilla]
Five star years back, and it's a fucking rap
What I spit ain't no fictions, boy, I'm spitting facts
Real talk, no Diva D, it's more than rap
I'm serious and organised, something like a filofax
I'm in the whip with my seat down low
Hat low, weed smoke got my eyes all low
When I roll on the roads, rudeboy, I stay thugging it
I'm my own boss and I'm loving it
So fix your face, rudeboy, or get your face fixed
Cause Rawz Artilla's reloaded like The Matrix
And then I'm rolling up, then I'm lighting up
Inhale, exhale, offer whisky, Dutch
You might see me on the lean when I'm driving
The hood's real bent so I listen for them sirens
They wanna catch me riding dirty like Chamillionnaire
But I'm rolling on the low, they can't see me clear

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[Verse 2: Ghetts]
They wanna see me on my death bed
I'm so low that the back seat's touching my head rest
No one can see me, even feds can't detect Ghetts
Oi Rasc, take the next left, police are doing checks ahead
And I ain't worried 'bout the tax and insurance
It's more like the straps and the boras
And I'm black so I'm cautious, plus the pigs have got it in for me
Cause last time we met, I flushed the crack down the toilets
And they've been out to get me since
I'm convinced so I don't get in no whips without tints
And as for links, I never bring em home, I'm a pimp, devil flipping hoe
Don't sink, I'll be slipping home, even if I'm drinking mould
I'll be on point
Cause if I slit the same rats that ID'd my boys
Will have a nigga like me destroyed
I'd be calling a solicitor like I need a voice

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