Correction Paroles Stay Low par Mick Jenkins

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Stay low
It's how a n***a move through the streets [?] TV's
I just stay low
It's kinda like the smoke from the leaves, I'm in a breeze
n***a, stay low (n***a)
Keys open doors, them boys will start to feel you
Black boy joy, you know they're tryna kill you
Black boy joy, you know

I'm a southside n***a, it ain't too many places [?] that's cold as this
Well I'm good in yo culdesac
Ain't no hood wit' me, I ain't on no cobra sh*t
No more woods when I roll a pack
I'm about this paper like a river ride
5 different revenue streams coming
Try to pay my time, pray to God that I'm living right
I ain't even got a gun, all these different magazines coming
I be running from it, trust me I be ducking fans somеtimes
Wasn't wit' me shooting in the gym
Writing on my flip phonе, scribbling on loose leaf
Tryna rep my zip code, pulling up in hoopties, damn
In a old school currently
Filing all my currency, I
Never been concerned wit' n***as keeping eyes on me
Moving just like I got pies on me
You won't find on me
Then n***a, stay low (yuh)
It's how a n***a move through the streets, [?] TV's
I just stay low
It's kinda like the smoke from the leaves, I'm in a breeze
n***a, stay low, yo
Keys open doors, them boys will start to feel you
Black boy joy, you know they're tryna kill you
Black boy joy, you know they're tryna kill us all

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