CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : I$LAND
Too old, too low
I know, too slow
Been a long road im about to makke a toast
Ayy yall ain't do enough when we been doin the most
Smokke a lot a counties so im movin to the coast
Takke big bags and a couple gold ropes
I sip a lot of Tito's and some only lord knows
I guess I love my spirits on the search for holy ghosts
I been in the gutter I guess It's just the path I chose
When all you want is freedom, bein' trapped is all you own
I'm rollin thru my city dodging choppas to make bones
Its paper in his tesla, we be risin' to the throne
Too old, too low
I know, too slow
Been a long road im about to makke a toast
Ayy yall ain't do enough when we been doin the most
I braise a lot of beef, so I'm rollin' with my toast
Then clap a pack of pigs and enjoy the sunday roast
There ain't no criminal that sellin sh*t that we dont host
We all just go to shuffle till that circle growin close
See ain't no competition, that sh*t even lord knows
That ima come for mines, an i ain't leavin through that door
And ain't no opposition we will watch the cash flow
The world ain't my reality, it this season then we gone
Too old, too low
I know, too slow
Been a long road im about to makke a toast
Ayy yall ain't do enough when we been doin the most
X4
Eli Blast crackin' fours like a vase
SHOOT A f**kKBOII IN HIS MOTHERf**kING FACE
Too old, too low
I know, too slow
Too slow, SWOUP SWOUP SWOUP SWOUP
Too old, too low
I know, too slow
SWOUP
I know, too slow
Been a long road im about to makke a toast
Ayy yall ain't do enough when we been doin the most
Smokke a lot a counties so im movin to the coast
Takke big bags and a couple gold ropes
I sip a lot of Tito's and some only lord knows
I guess I love my spirits on the search for holy ghosts
I been in the gutter I guess It's just the path I chose
When all you want is freedom, bein' trapped is all you own
I'm rollin thru my city dodging choppas to make bones
Its paper in his tesla, we be risin' to the throne
Too old, too low
I know, too slow
Been a long road im about to makke a toast
Ayy yall ain't do enough when we been doin the most
I braise a lot of beef, so I'm rollin' with my toast
Then clap a pack of pigs and enjoy the sunday roast
There ain't no criminal that sellin sh*t that we dont host
We all just go to shuffle till that circle growin close
See ain't no competition, that sh*t even lord knows
That ima come for mines, an i ain't leavin through that door
And ain't no opposition we will watch the cash flow
The world ain't my reality, it this season then we gone
Too old, too low
I know, too slow
Been a long road im about to makke a toast
Ayy yall ain't do enough when we been doin the most
X4
Eli Blast crackin' fours like a vase
SHOOT A f**kKBOII IN HIS MOTHERf**kING FACE
Too old, too low
I know, too slow
Too slow, SWOUP SWOUP SWOUP SWOUP
Too old, too low
I know, too slow
SWOUP
