"No Strings: Look Out Below" lyrics
Sleep through the rain
Heat the cold
Ease the lows
Look out below
Look out below
Sleep through the rain
Heat the cold
Ease the lows
Look out below
Woah
Packed in my room making rapping a thing
Packed with little square footage and a passionate dream
Packed in a Buick, Benny prolly in the passenger seat
Pack on repeat but they know to never pass it to me
Packing a piece, bro told me go and pass it to him
Like oh they jumped who? That won't happen again
AMG the family, don't be tryna play the middle
Penning parts of life, sent my mind to sentimental
Your pen is brittle, you a few cats short of a fiddle
Pitiful, bitch the pen sharp, it's what cut my umbilical
Cynical hardly; clinical, if you think you can guard me
Feeling like harden, the gentlemen I'm with really godly
Looking like Garvey (Go Brooklyn)
But I'm really from Garvey (Go Brooklyn)
From 14 to 16 niggas was mobbing (Go Brooklyn)
From 16 to 19 lint (lent) in my pocket (Go Brooklyn)
We could get a cat licked (catholic) like a father
Should've been doctors
Should've been scholars
Should've never dropped out of college
Should've ran down on buddy when I found what his job was
Should've grabbed that same knife and put it right in his collar
But if I did? I wouldn't be poppin'
My dawg beat a nigga ass for juggin' his momma watches
And now he lie dead by the hands of his own potna
We knew back then his best friend would be a problem
Even said he would get him in something he can't get out of
(Fuck)
Fuck
Rest In Peace Daryus Johnson
Byrd World
How this whole shit been about birds
And I ain't think to rap about Byrd?
I figure I could start by spreading the word
Cause I don't care to spare the fuck nigga nerves
Wish him the worst
In fact, ima leave it at that, cause Yana hurtin'
Peep my verbs, look dawg I'm peak perfect
Elite purpose, it's a wrap like a sikh turbans
Keep working, we adapt and keep learning
Keep earning, we attack delete vermins
Speak earnest, since they wanna critique early
Keep yearning, I been penning since 3:30
AM, FM, we them, look at how we keep courage
Even if my wings fail, I'm Keith Urban!
Charlie!
Sleep through the rain
Heat the cold
Ease the low's (That mean I'm defying gravity by the way)
Look out below
Look out below (Freelance)
Sleep through the rain (FOURMATIC Shit)
Heat the cold
Ease the low's
Look out below
(Thank you)
Woah
(Save!)
Heat the cold
Ease the lows
Look out below
Look out below
Sleep through the rain
Heat the cold
Ease the lows
Look out below
Woah
Packed in my room making rapping a thing
Packed with little square footage and a passionate dream
Packed in a Buick, Benny prolly in the passenger seat
Pack on repeat but they know to never pass it to me
Packing a piece, bro told me go and pass it to him
Like oh they jumped who? That won't happen again
AMG the family, don't be tryna play the middle
Penning parts of life, sent my mind to sentimental
Your pen is brittle, you a few cats short of a fiddle
Pitiful, bitch the pen sharp, it's what cut my umbilical
Cynical hardly; clinical, if you think you can guard me
Feeling like harden, the gentlemen I'm with really godly
Looking like Garvey (Go Brooklyn)
But I'm really from Garvey (Go Brooklyn)
From 14 to 16 niggas was mobbing (Go Brooklyn)
From 16 to 19 lint (lent) in my pocket (Go Brooklyn)
We could get a cat licked (catholic) like a father
Should've been doctors
Should've been scholars
Should've never dropped out of college
Should've ran down on buddy when I found what his job was
Should've grabbed that same knife and put it right in his collar
But if I did? I wouldn't be poppin'
My dawg beat a nigga ass for juggin' his momma watches
And now he lie dead by the hands of his own potna
We knew back then his best friend would be a problem
Even said he would get him in something he can't get out of
(Fuck)
Fuck
Rest In Peace Daryus Johnson
Byrd World
How this whole shit been about birds
And I ain't think to rap about Byrd?
I figure I could start by spreading the word
Cause I don't care to spare the fuck nigga nerves
Wish him the worst
In fact, ima leave it at that, cause Yana hurtin'
Peep my verbs, look dawg I'm peak perfect
Elite purpose, it's a wrap like a sikh turbans
Keep working, we adapt and keep learning
Keep earning, we attack delete vermins
Speak earnest, since they wanna critique early
Keep yearning, I been penning since 3:30
AM, FM, we them, look at how we keep courage
Even if my wings fail, I'm Keith Urban!
Charlie!
Sleep through the rain
Heat the cold
Ease the low's (That mean I'm defying gravity by the way)
Look out below
Look out below (Freelance)
Sleep through the rain (FOURMATIC Shit)
Heat the cold
Ease the low's
Look out below
(Thank you)
Woah
(Save!)
Writer(s): Nahree Wages, Jonathan Brown, Christopher Armstrong, Daryana Johnson
