RAP STORY Lyrics

Yea

Try to understand the way of being

Strong never let fear cut off what Ever you've got inside you

The game is to be told

And not to be told

You act like you dummy

That ain't funny shit is so cold

Im young able am strong

I bring to the table am old

So much money I can bank on Hommie

So much honey I can prank On

Yea

Alot of sacrifice I cannot announce

She made em sacrifice for my name To be pronounce

I be grateful Mama

Ama keep it alive and bounce

Dreams money can't buy,

I sleep with my sneakers on

Even the ones i never worn

Drip money can buy

Dripping in Style

Keep it on a lowkey

I whip it on a side kick

This guy was the first true friend

I made when me and my pops moved Into my Aunt's house

Got kicked out of the rented pent House

I remember being on the bus in

Sixth grade band

Bteaking those old headphones into Two so we could each listen

No one wants to see their friend in Prison

But this is how life played out for us

Locked up or not

Ama hold this motherfucker down

I hope that all ya all maintain that Connection with those close to you In life

Keep it on a Lowkey

Let ur success be the major key

Life's a mystery

No one ever made the best history

This is who I wanna be, a rapper, A leader, above all, I wanna be a Heart

Heartbeat to the heartbroken

Dope beats to the lyrics of the heart

Can we share what we have with Those who never got

Maybe we can cut loose the tighten Ropes

Tall walls being built

Tryna understand the way of being Strong

Never let fear cut

Off whatever you've got inside you

Gut being built

Keep it o a low key yea

Keep it on a low key

Keep it on a low keep

Gotta loose yourself

Here comes my Life diary

Played thro the dirty Mud

I placed my odds above my even

I won every other god

I made my own way, forged my own part

Thanks to almighty God

I claim most of my heart

I'm talking bout my own little life Dart

Pull up in the city

Had to scale through the old lady

She was my Momma,

She kept me off the cold Emily

Had the best breakfast, lunch and Dinner

Hopped on the street, their ain't no Certified meals

Project of certainty

You gotta be a hustler

Dig thro the rocks

Hommies got the verified means

Climb thro the old walls

You can make it thro the same walls

Grew up in the ghetto

Had the vision of being the best with The balls

Salute to those who got hold by the Old lady, She's meant alot of Being

Get thro the old hommie lady why Not keep your well Being

Spend time being alone

Writing out my Lines

Uncle called

I never hear him cos my phone heads On High

He read thro my lines

He could even call em dope rhymes

Had to keep my mind busy, no loose Cannon

Am from the street

Niggas don't text yah

We keep it lit

Niggas we the best here

Keep it on a low key yea

Keep it on a lowkey bro

Ama blow up am bold yea yea

Ama show up with codes yea yea yea

Keep it on a lowkey

Keep it on a lowkey

We the major and we the flavor kids

We grow we hustle we made the bids

You see the way we shining

You ain't see the way we working

You fill your heart with hating

To your heart you fill with hating

Keep it on a lowkey

Let your success be the major key

Sweep em off their feet

You the major fee

You know how you roll

You ur major Gee

No offense to Gunna cole

Am the Pee

You pushing pee

Keep it on a lowkey

Let your success be the major key

Yea

Kayban